Enter The Dragon

“Domestic terror!” screams the teleprompt 

The empty suit gave voice to it. So grave!

The gaslighting continues as they stomp

Liberty’s gasping breath, while jackals rave

The jackals can’t repress their loud hee-haws

While posers sniff behinds through long grey trunks

As they embrace denial as their cause

With all the sanctity of Judas monks

But Truth will point toward the empty suit

While all sane men say “Suit, you have no clothes”

A gaslight masquerades as a refute

Derelict courts sit in silent repose

The old red dragon is about to rise

In one final gasp before his demise

The Choice

A Shakespearean sonnet in iambic pentameter

The jackals, how they posture and they preen

While making great pronouncements of their plan

And obsequious posers, they demean

Themselves, slavishly; every chance they can

The empty suit mumbles a platitude

Of reconciliation, then renounce

The black widow adopts an attitude 

Of wait until the time is ripe to pounce

But those with insight see it all unfold

The battle lines are drawn from left to right

Many will shake with fear as they behold

The glory of the Lion and His might

The lines are drawn and all must make a choice

To cower silently or raise your voice

The Jackals and the Posers

A Shakespearean sonnet in iambic pentameter 

The jackals, they all scream insurrection

And with one voice, they’re shouting “take his head”

“Don’t say of us we stole an election”

“Our sacred chamber was vi-o-la-ted”

The posers virtue signal their regret

“You know there’s only one person to blame”

“In good conscience, ourselves, we cannot let”

“Him challenge any crime to clear his name”

The faithful will see past this illusion

This psychodrama, writ large on the stage

Anchored against this storm of confusion

By Him who is the truth for all the age

By Him who said if you abide in Me

You’ll know the truth and it will set you free

No Rubicon

The paper tiger roared his last meow

The patriots, all gone, returned to home

The Caesar, tell me, oh where is he now?

No rubicon was crossed, no siege of Rome

"The empire's safe" proclaimed the empty suit

Vacuously, he reads his teleprompt

The senators cower beneath their chairs

Putting the lie, at once, to all their pomp

But though the hoi polloi had hoped for more

Even believed their tiger heaven sent

The best they could have hoped for on that score

That he should serve as a blunt instrument 

To shatter all illusions, as he did

So let us not begrudge his final bid

The Great Gaslight

 A Petrarchan Sonnet in iambic pentameter

With a single voice they cry out loud

Stoking the flames of fear, its us they drive

Toward a world, they build, they shape the hive.

The drones, the kings and queens behind the shroud ,

Direct as one, only where they're allowed.

To think alike, dissent cannot survive.

Only observe the facts that they contrive

The Great Gaslight takes place behind a cloud.

Cast off the lie, embrace the truth, and live

Don't quake in fear before their awful plot

But live a life of liberty of thought

Their only power is that which we give

To them, to strain out truth through liars sieve

The Great Gaslight should never be allowed

 

Stop The Steal

Stop the steal

I hear them squeal

They're stealing the election

 

Their dead men vote

While they promote

Their blatant insurrection

 

And right on queue

Ballots anew

Magically materialize

 

"Oh, that's fake news"

"It's just a ruse"

"Don't believe your own eyes"

 

"The facts are checked"

"Your story's wrecked"

"I seems you all are wrong"

 

"The truth has spoke"

"We've all been woke"

"Sorry, you don't belong"

 

The Orange man brayed 

While we all prayed

He'd usher in salvation

"With mighty tweets"

"He'll crush defeats"

"And heal this broken nation"

 

But faith misplaced

Must now be faced

A time for reckoning

The truth be told

A birthright sold

To sirens beckoning

When babies died

Few of us cried

'Cause my body, my choice

When genders swapped

Nothing was stopped

'Cause we all deserve a voice

When perversions we

See on TV

Fail to make us blush

When new iPhone

We all must own

Stampedes us; a mad rush

 

When envy crowns

All those around

With virtue from on high

 

When every thought

Completely wrought

From slogans that they ply

When love is hate

Anticipate

They'll love us all to death

When black is white

Then might makes right

Up to your dying breath

 

"I'm Free", we rage

From within our cage

Without bars, nontheless

Believe! We must!

Falsehood. We trust!

Truth we cannot express

While experts fail,

Obscure the trail

Out from predicament

Methinks today

We've lost our way

Our heritage misspent

 

Prodigal Sons

We've lost, not won

Our efforts, all in vain

 

We need choose

Which life to lose

And which life we're to gain

 

The one that's earned

The one that's yearned

Or the one that is bestowed ?

 

Salvation lay

That final way

Along the narrow road

 

 

Election Day Musing

I went down to the polling place
I did not wear a mask
The people, they just looked at me
Nobody dared to ask

“Why aren’t you muzzling up your face”
“Before you cast your vote”?
“We’ve all complied with the experts”
“We’re all in the same boat”

They smiled, or frowned, I could not tell
Veiled as they were
But their eyes seemed to say to me
We appreciate you sir

For at least there’s one who's not afraid
To live as a free man
To cast off lies and subterfuge,
Against tyranny, to stand

I know it not so great a feat
To leave my face exposed
To not comply bears little cost
When I compare myself to those

Who stormed the beach at Normandy
Who froze at Valley Forge
Who died in trenches on French plains
Who stood against King George

Who marched the field at Gettysburg
Who took to wooden ships
Who forsook all they’d ever known
Who for freedom, they equipped

Themselves with courage, strength and faith
And boldly they pursued
That promised life of liberty
With humble rectitude

Now we scream and rant and rail at
The legacy they left
We mask our face and hide ourselves
Of faith, we are bereft

We look to men to point the way
The blind leading the blind
We crown the “expert” bureaucrat
But truth we cannot find

Surrender we, our legacy
For fear is our new god
With muzzled face, and eyes cast down
Compliance, we applaud

Pretending that we’re virtuous
And love our fellow man
We lock him down, set him apart
We still don’t understand

To mask our kids, to teach them fear
Of that which they can’t see
We teach him how to be a slave
Robbed of all dignity

So no, I refuse to comply
With their masks and distancing
With church on Zoom, with Parsons goat
With voices whispering

For liberty I was set free
By Him, the King of Kings
With unveiled face and outstretched hand
I’ll lift my voice and sing

A small act of defiance
What was it you ask?
I went down the polling place
I did not wear a mask