Roman Circus

Harken now to court in session
Lend your ears to rights’ regression.

Bound by oath the bench crafts law.
Matriarchy’s muffled by patriarchal paw.

We know the score; we’ve always known!
Yet waited til all protections were blown.

The big top sighs & flaunts it’s flair.
 Both innocent & guilty in blinding glare.

We once & again know who’s to blame.
We feel their crimes; we hate their game.

Power is burning both ends of its wick.
Ideals are aborted by realpolitik.

Obliged to hear what we’ve seen already.
Torches & pitchforks on sale at the ready.

Laws are voided & everything tenses.
The bases will boil without consequences. 

Justice is sharpening her rusty sword.
The captains of sinking now bid you aboard.

In feeble objection we’ve tuned it all out.
We’ve no more excellence to bandy about.

 The final acts will bay for blood. 
The whip & the gavel will snap & thud. 

Jeering madly in a funhouse mirror.
Testifying won’t make consciences clearer.

When, at last, the showcase is concluded.
Most of the audience will still be deluded.

A circus began at the end of the world.
 Its wires snapped & our freedoms unfurled.