the twilight of the midwits

the twilight of the midwits

for the President, on his birthday

communism dies

with shrieks of indignation

from the wardens of the wall,

with absurd allegations

'gainst “oppressors” they made crawl,

with doom prognostications

of “fascism” and its thrall,

with pawns of their creation

champing for the chains they haul.

Golden Ages rise

with shouts of jubilation

as those tyrants face the bar,

with healing restoration

for each inmate's shameful scar,

with just retaliation

'gainst the clique that pushed too far,

with remoralization

to the truth of who we are.

Let fade programmed extinction bursts

and bankrolled days of rage –

this twilight of the midwits...

And let rise the golden age.

 

 

 

 

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