CHANGES IN E-MOTIONS
AND WHEN THE TWITTER KING AS NERO
His consorts and advisors exposed as Mussolini's lover
Hung from streetlights as any dictator/Trumpeting "The People's Delight"
Our days are numbered,lovers.Our nights are silken sheets.
Paper in the printer as the New Edict is read.ALL CHANGE!
Today WHITE has been banned and MAUVE as well
Tonight a different color might find no credence here
The speech of flowers in a garden of weeds
Rough magic in the broken windows /burnt buildings
Faux news ,paid masked agitators repeat Crystal Nights
Soon you will be wearing 666/or some other numbers from THE MATRIX
When camps are secret as their punishments,waterboard dissenters
Journalists long imprisoned /vilified for disobedience
Old Empires mean nothing to the Twitter King.
His weapon bluster and braggadocio.He browbeats the weak
speaks down to all subordinates,bullies those who speak
never mentions all those lawsuits waiting in the wings to defeat
Light grows dim.Song of day turns sullen in his sleep.
He awakes-to sit upon the pot-and send another Tweet.