How moribund that lore of life
That counterfeits the play of death
When insurrection leads the way
To stimulate, perchance, bad breath.

For we fell foul of reasons' ploy
When, sad, we laid this mantle, proud
Upon his  Presidential brow,
Yes, he who brayed intention, loud.

Thrice we faltered in our task
Of lifting high this nations' flag
To resurrect a Judas King
To watch him bray, to hear him brag.

Swagger forth, in arrogance,
Play what ever game he please....
Despite Constitutions' law,
DEMANDS NOW,
The Emperor-ship for life....with ease!

Blonde Judas, in the Emperors' cape
Barging, as a hurt God cries....
Like cattle, we, to slaughter run,

REDACT...for this way, madness lies!

M.
13 February 2020