A Complaint Of
Peace
by Rossario Luis
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Has our beloved reincarnation of Caligula
crossed the Rubicon?
Has he submitted his beloved musky horse
in our senate as a god?
Though no Caesar he, no combatant rank
earned by mighty battle,
and so General Bone Spurs, a question of
power arises:
From where and what power causes the
great Senate to shake, grovel and bow?
I ask again, from where, from what and
why?
With the power endowed why does the
Supreme Court twist words
scrambled into unintelligent convoluted
knots, tied
in order to over ride what in plain
language can be understood
by a simpleton of basic education?
From what source does his new magic power
flow?
One can only imagine a link to the
Kremlin,
but so far fetched
though…mentioned in a passing
article of some doings early on
in his early life, and…
relating directly to his dropping our
guard and beyond?
Yet we also know from a previous go,
a political vacuum cleaner was to have
said file space was cheap.
And today, a bit and a byte here and
there soon add up.
Might it be a similar play?
II
And those willing to ignore their oath of
offices?
I wonder how they can ignore
what stares them in the face,
or hollowed out debates
hotly hollered in political meeting
places?
Dulled by misuse the terrible great sword
of impeachment,
fallen from the trembling feeble hands of
our myopic Congress,
incompetent and inept.
A congress of fools to let slip these
dogs of a foul undeclared civil war.
A war against its own good hard working
dedicated people,
and no less the people of the world.
A war caused by broken treaties,
by an apostatized court and congress’s
reinterpreted constitution,
of laws corrupted by our sacred justices,
compounded by their total unmitigated
ignorance,
allowing that great social contract
yes, designed with human flaws
at that great time just a few centuries
ago
where still,
still nothing like it existed with such
breath and width
any time or any where,
and now to disappear so quietly and so
quickly,
an historical candle in the wind?
III
Our beloved Caligula, no Caesar he.
No leader of any great army?
Of fools maybe, fodder for the flames of
hell possibly,
all with the twisting of truth and
reality for the benefit
of?
Of none other than themselves?
The devil itself couldn’t have done
a better job of blinding, binding,
converting these great numbers to his
side
falling into lock step and stride.
More room will have to be made in that
fathers’ house.
Our good generals and sworn government
servants
cashiered, put to rest in sweet
retirement.
Who once sworn to uphold the Constitution
replaced by toadies, psycho-fanatics.
with musky reasoning and foul odor.
These illiterate, myopic plotters of this
coup
are destroying the fabric of this great
society.
IV
Who, if history is any lesson will loose
their heads?
If not by the public, by the Great Madman
himself.
When their usefulness is at best gone.
Then seeking exile and safety far from
the homeland they desecrated,
maybe they will learn to fly as in other
countries.
Falling from a great height,
hoping the science they laughingly
discredited
was not true.
Or a sip, a sip of tainted port, a spray
of some kind
politely offered as a kinder way out of
their misery.
But then again, maybe not.
Might they’ll be successful turning
this Democratic Republic
into a militarily dominated socially
bifurcated land mass?
only to be shunned and avoided at all
costs?
That reality may be possible for who
wants to do business with schizophrenics?
Just look.
V
An ocean’s length today is not far
enough away?
But pity its poor neighbors dealing with
this titanic bore
threatening, war, financial ruin while
all the while.
…all the while handing the seal and
sword of state to her rivals
who, with patience wait and watch the
implosion.
They watch the historic re-enfolding,
the political subduction and the birth of
a new world order,
at a glaciers pace or so it might seem
but moving forward none the less.
Remolded and modeled for their benefit.
If they are smart they would back down a
bit
from their own land grab or island’s
desire.
Show a peaceful face.
Maybe lighten up on that former British
Colony,
offering time and patience,
to wit at a good political pace.
See what that has to offer and who might
accept it at full face
in that geographic arena bargaining place
where
considering their great one time ally,
to put it nicely,
is now incompetent, inept and a laughing
stock of a political farce.
And they are smart, and knowledgeable,
central to their history.
They can wait and smile and nod and carry
on
while the idiots and company plod
taking water on like the Titanic driving
on while sinking itself.
Or, like the poor frog aware of the heat
much too late.
This of course is an aside.
There are others that from this
predicament
could with intelligence and unity not yet
shown
successfully ride to new heights.
VI
But I dream a nightmare’s dream.
I dream awake wide eyed and completely
terrified.
I’m awake here, now in this place
wondering
of our children’s, and grandchildren’s
fate. |
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