A wondrous parade
Is passing my window
Like shadows of empires
Enslaved by their fools
Dressed up in motley
And makeup and wigs
An army of jesters
And tyrants and pigs
Armed with their failures
They rally the crowd
Instead of learning
They wave them up proud
Firing their canons
So they can be heard
Artillery’s louder
Than anyone’s word
A Life in Poems 