There was no order,
Windows became doors,
doors became less.
A house divided,
claimed by a mass
that claimed to represent
the masses, became a shell.
No murmuration, this.
An uproar, a swarm
flocked to relight
a star totally eclipsed.
Their order a chaos,
yet contrived as rebellion,
brought only more darkness.
Disarray their purpose,
they took to flight,
their damage done.
murmuration – the flocking behavior of starlings
United States Capitol Attack – January 6, 2021
This poem is my response to The strange houses of Lee Madgwick, the prompt from Sarah at dVerse ~ Poets Pub, which is to find inspiration in one of four surreal images of various structures. I chose “The Murmuration at No. 57.” More of the art of Lee Madgwick can be found here.
Speaking to his acolytes, a petty tyrant wondered
how a set electorate could easily be plundered.
“Since my landslide victory obviously was stolen,
if you’d just ignore the facts I’d truly be beholden.”
Fearlessly, he’d lead them on a rightful march for justice.
So they marched, with no time left to logically discuss this.
With seeds of hate deeply rooted, his angry throng dispatched,
the petty tyrant snickered at the clever scheme he’d hatched.
Safe behind the White House walls the biggest loser hunkered,
watching news feeds gleefully from deep within his bunker.
Down the avenue they marched, right up to the Capitol,
where they scaled its stately walls, defiled its sacred halls.
Their misplaced trust in Donald Trump the reason for their sins,
undermining traditional democratic doctrines.
Thus the sixth day of the year denotes a failed sedition,
and citizens celebrate a president’s perdition.
Image source: Global Times (edited here)
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