Once a wise King ruled his kingdom with compassion and democratic rights;
Being fond of finery, he got a large, gilded servant idol embellished with jewels,
So radiant that people bowed before it in reverence as majesty claims;
As noted by a watchful courier who accorded gold as acknowledgments
To his private followers who grew in greed and number to displace the king.
Soon incompetence and corruption broke out with debt and deficits,
Science and medicine were rejected, Bill of Rights was repealed;
Disabilities were mocked, birth rights denied, pussy grabs allowed;
People died by the hundreds of thousands; fake media brainwashed
The BIG LIE that became a Cult with golden pagan gods as abomination.
But the Gods in Heaven wept to watch this travesty with great snowflakes
Falling, storming the kingdom, burying the landscape and graven idolatry …
Someday to return to a place of natural traditions, redemption and hopes
Where a little crocus may spring up to start a new beginning with respect and love.
“As long as the general population is passive, apathetic, diverted to consumerism or hatred of the vulnerable, then the powerful can do as they please, and those who survive will be left to contemplate.” Noam Chomsky