The Morning Song

This is a poem in free verse

The Temple of Jupiter sits astride the Potomac
A shining obelisk in her midst
Bearing the name of a Late, Famous General
- the architects’ gift to demon gods at the
dawning of an empire

Today the Wall Street pirates loot the coffers
in her basement,
Riding the waves of deceit

What was of the people, for the people and by the people
Now sits upon the people

The Lord looks upon their plans and schemes and laughs

Parasite bankers feast upon their host
but when the wasted carcass breathes its last
What then?

The Russians turned to the murderous Stalin
- Five Year Plans and Gulags
- To each according to his need

Mao was the Chinese answer and the Great Leap Forward
Leaving millions in its wake

In their time of desperation, the Germans chose Hitler
to lead them from the depths of ruin

The devil himself will appear as an angel of light

And America the Beautiful?
Where will she turn?

The morning star shines brightly in the East

Beware your savior, America
- when he comes

He was a liar and a murderer from the start

Author's Note

Criticism welcome