EULOGY FOR AN EMPIRE

Shall I sit back, a jaded smug observer, While Trumpy foul excrescence clots the stage?

As unrelenting sycophantic mobs Lay waste a grand experiment, sick with age.

Would Jefferson, accepting, nod his head,

The death of his republic long expected?

Aware the best laid plans cannot survive

The homicidal horde, madman-directed.

The fruits of freedom nourished this great land

Equality strained and flourished, newly borne A land of opportunity beckoned races of every shade

A beacon rising with the sun each morn.

Where Patrick Henry made his famous speech

A choice he had ‘tween liberty or death, A stiff, decrepit remnant politely bleats;

Defeated, clinging to its final breath.

No loyal Democrat will lift a finger Nor raise a voice in protest ‘gainst the blitz.

A crippled, creaky Biden softly whimpers

And vainly sees his nation torn to bits.

The Dream is now a nightmare writ blood red A hairy orange specter run amok As Death knocks at the Red White and Blue door,

A weary Nation running out of luck.

The optimistic whistling in the dark

Betrays a sweeping mortal sense of dread.

Inevitable as the short-lived days of winter,

A eulogy is all that’s left unsaid.

Is grief or celebration a propos? A life well lived requires no regret.

Let's raise our glass, rejoice and say farewell,

The future calls, let's sing but not forget. Let’s raise our glass, rejoice and say farewell;

The future calls, let’s sing but not forget.