The chickens have come home
From every corner of every state
Each day a new egg is laid
Born of the fertile roost of hate
Each new headline
Announcing yet another birth
Decades of neglect
Decades of fanciful mirth
What were we thinking
When the trumpet sounded the note
When the poisonous rivers flowed
And the deceitful voices spoke
Some warned us
Don’t be fooled by promises of glory
No one’s minding the store
An unattended coop — a foul smelling story
The sinful sound of mockery
Posing as democracy
Pillaging the hearth in
what has become autocracy
Cacophonous chickens
mindless
headless
heedless
come home
The Chickens
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