POLITICAL Poem: America in 2024, by Harry Bauld

England in 1819– Shelley

The Gropenführer, ill-begotten would-be king
of bankrupt lies, whose deranged dregs still flow
through state news, racist filth a foul spring
of golden bull; whose bleating fawns don’t know
nor care for law, nor peace, nor public pain, and cling
to cuts that tax the frail; toady Senators who bow
to wealth alone, our health an untilled field;
police who should protect but too much prey
on weakness, cover up their shields and wield
a misused military might to slay
their own, with propaganda Bibles sealed–
all these, to bind the king with chains, we need repealed,
and pray election day may be our may
day may day may day may day may day

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