I am serenity and violence
moving an ocean of sorrow
to its home in the past
The waves of regret ebb
from my shore
draining the space and time
of tomorrow
exposing the empty sand
I am not truth or falsehood,
nor am I confined by conviction
expressed in a pause,
I am emptiness complete
I am Donne’s clod
washed away by the sea
and I am the less
Satisfied by nothing
The Temple of Jupiter sits astride the Potomac
A shining obelisk in her midst
Bearing the name of a Late, Famous General
- the architects’ gift to demon gods at the
dawning of an empire
Today the Wall Street pirates loot the coffers
in her basement,
Riding the waves of deceit
What was of the people, for the people and by the people
Now sits upon the people
The Lord looks upon their plans and schemes and laughs
Parasite bankers feast upon their host
but when the wasted carcass breathes its last
What then?
The Russians turned to the murderous Stalin
- Five Year Plans and Gulags
- To each according to his need
Mao was the Chinese answer and the Great Leap Forward
Leaving millions in its wake
In their time of desperation, the Germans chose Hitler
to lead them from the depths of ruin
The devil himself will appear as an angel of light
And America the Beautiful?
Where will she turn?
The morning star shines brightly in the East
Beware your savior, America
- when he comes
He was a liar and a murderer from the start
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