Challenge
Challenge of the Week CCXXII
Write a poem about America.
Democracy Dies by Suicide
Democracy dies by suicide,
Not in darkness or despair!
But at the sounding of the trumpets
Strewn with pomp and flair.
It marches right up to that golden altar,
A gait turns to a prance upon the steps.
It’s tickled as its inhibitions falter —
Orgiastic anticipation just before a
Sanguine mess!
Ah, it seizes firm that dapper dagger
And plunges deep into a stately heart,
Sending fast a simple mandate
For its spirit to depart.
The marinated meat is quick to spoil,
So it’s handed out to please the crowd
And alleviate some earthly toils.
Some parts still might be tough to chew
But at last the glory of the day
Belongs to you,
And you,
And you.
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