14 Jun 2016 – Sonnet

Complicit Congress, splattered red with blood,
as if they’d gone and rolled in it themselves!
Self-righteous rocks opposed to rising floods
of voices calling down the curse of hell
on all who sell their nation to the beast,
buying office with its blood-smeared bounty –
for what? Their own enrichment? What a feast!
Invincible – thank gerrymandered counties!
The mirror shows us streetlights, alleys, moons.
Three hundred million faces caught on tape
who scream “it’s rigged!” and yet would surely swoon
to see THEY are the image Congress apes.
You think you know the meaning of this song –
but you’re mistaken. No, my friend,
you’re wrong.