Fools Theatre Poem by Kevin Patrick

oh liberty, now a caged pantomime
Performed by crass minstrel geriatrics
Rouge, bamboozlers in black arts of crime
oft to play mute lyres for loud theatrics
Come here thy words of ringmasters spell,
He paves truth with sweet mirage litany
Feeds peanuts to peasants whose minds are felled
Pinching the infirm for cupidity
and jugglers spin tricks in sacred courts
Herse a bear show to hide the dying meek
Jugglers make human rights their sport
In garish pageantry, no wisdom heave
For gaudy braggarts are the scourge of fate
New chain of jesters are our heads of state