From this chaos to that
and back again.
A sign of the times
in which we live.
No fear no foul,
No taste no waste.
Look for the one who stands
above us all,
On a throne without a crown,
sneering and lying.
Look for the fool who follows
beneath the robes,
seeking life saving affirmation,
indecent and cruel.
See the ghosts of the nation’s past
buried within the pages,
obscured from the literal truth,
crying and lamenting.
See the last of us
gathered along the shore,
horror on the stoney faces,
ridiculed and rejected.
On to the next paradigm
and back again,
reeling in a dystopic future
with nothing left to hold.
No law no crime,
No reason no rhyme.