November 3, 2017

Noise Makers, a poem

Noise Makers (Two for One, Today Only)

The Circus is no longer kid-friendly
What’s all this clankity clank?
Who dares to rattle the cage?
Why are all the clowns on stage?
We can’t see the lion eat his tamer

Downward we spiral into the Dungeons of Deceit
Unfree people in patriots purgatory
Shall we cry out?
How do we climb out?

Amplified trash grows and glows
Poets Howl
Filling vacant minds with word gas

Ignited we rise
Distracted we fall
Break glass in case of fire
Fire!

Barking sirens, dogs in chains
The city says tat tat tat
Another hot pistol
The ring has no master
Go ahead — scream!

Still, the beasts roar
You are free to rhyme
With this well-intentioned reason

When the game gets rough
Hotheads go puff puff
Hands off my stuff
I never get enough

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