Initially made me mad Don’t believe a word ever said Indistinguished, morally dead, Oblivious, ignorant, sad; Trolling any outing the bad, In a country riddled with lies, No guilt by those feeding the cries; The dumb elephant in the room – His base chanting the ballots’ doom, Even as the flag sags, hope tries…
White wrinkles around vacant eyes, His head a ridiculous plume In truth’s spotlight will squirm and fume; The bruised ego of absurd size Ever fooled “love” not money buys House sub-let by some guy named ‘Vlad’ Overseeing each faked attack ad; Underhand and avarice-led, So before democracy’s dead, Elect Dumbo? You must be mad…
Written following Ronovan’s Weekly Decima Challenge on RonovanWrites – #3 “Mad” – a gymnastic variation double decima with a reverse and a twist.
‘Another general shout!
I do believe that these applauses are
For some new honors that are heap’d on Caesar.
Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world
Like a Colossus, and we petty men
Walk under his huge legs, and peep about
To find ourselves dishonorable graves.
Men at some time are masters of their fates;
The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars,
But in ourselves, that we are underlings.
Now in the names of all the gods at once,
Upon what meat doth this our Caesar feed
That he is grown so great? Age, thou art sham’d!
Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods!
When went there by an age since the great flood
But it was fam’d with more than with one man?
When could they say, till now, that talk’d of Rome,
That her wide walks encompass’d but one man?
Now is it Rome indeed and room enough,
When there is in it but one only man.
O! You and I have heard our fathers say
There was a Brutus once that would have brook’d
Th’ eternal devil to keep his state in Rome
As easily as a king.’