Wednesday, January 22, 2020

“Impeachment Trial”




 
 
c. 2020 Rod Ice 
All rights reserved 
(1-20) 
 
 
 
 
Impeachment trial 
Longer run by a mile 
Drinking beer in early morning 
No siren for warning 
I sit in my chair 
Beholding the beasts 
Of these I am the least 
A conflict of politics 
Run to the light 
Long into this good night 
America is sleeping 
On this decision of champions 
Locked in battle to be won 
By the best of our tribe 
Above the muck, we rise 
To educate 
To pontificate 
Timeless, enduring 
Long-suffering all 
Let the gavel fall 
Build no wall 
Chief Justice 
Sits as the arbiter 
Of wrath incurred 
By factions set 
An experience we won’t forget 
Let me catch my breath 
And begin again 
Hear me, friends 
Wee hours begin 
In tradition we trust 
This republic 
We are us 
Names called from the roll 
Johnson, Nixon Clinton 
And the spray-tan troll 
Anti-heroes 
Anti-matter 
in the chamber reactive 
Stray bits of matter 
Stained in their existence 
A lean across the fence 
Rewarded with electric shock 
The senators in their socks 
Creeping into darkness 
The exercise is a success 
A trip for the mind 
Leaving history behind 
Keening over hope lost 
Over the cost 
An acrid flow 
For those in the know 
Impeachment 
An action of government 
A trial on TV 
Ratings to read 
To the victor goes reward 
A mini-series on board 
Plugged in for broadcast 
This won’t be the last 
High drama in D.C. 
Like Max Headroom 
Jitterbugging on the screen 
Im-peach 
Sweet tea 
Overreached 
Peachy I feel peachy 
The House has spoken 
For you and me 
Voices raised in judgment 
Articles to the Senate 
The constitution to defend 
Believe me, friend 
This is what democracy looks like 
Going long into the night 
No sailor’s delight 
Steering a partisan ship 
Into waves that flip 
One side to the other 
Believe me, brother 
This is the best 
We have to give, the acid test 
The strike for gain 
Overrules motions of the brain 
Studious foes 
Battle in their Sunday clothes 
Ritualistic procedure prancing 
Like they are dancing 
Twist and spin 
Schumer has an objection 
McConnell shakes his head 
We watch in his stead 
With Doritos and beer 
America 
America, we fear 
The sunset of a grand community 
The fade of those 
Who believe 
Where do we go, then At 1:30 a.m.? 
To our beds, with gratitude 
Respite 
Rest 
A recharge for the cellphone 
Coming home 
For weary bones 
The state of our nation is sound 
We’ll march to midnight 
High-step on hallowed ground 
And repeat the fete 
Tomorrow on Main Street 
Who cares? Who is aware? 
The nation draws a deep breath 
As we navigate our fate 
Sailing on to the dawn 
The antidote to endless night 
Schiff and Schumer 
Shaken, not stirred 
The final word 
A blot on the ballot 
Opinion, undeterred 
This process will go on 
A diva dance 
With Amazons 
For prizes to be won 
Rancor, are you done? 
Yet in the end 
The nation-state 
We defend 
With votes in November 
A mission bell 
Sounded in alarm 
To keep us from harm 
Kick kick kick 
In the air 
Listen to the souls that care 
This impeachment ride 
This surf at high tide 
Is a grand gesture given 
For democracy’s friends 
Yet we have reached the end 
Say it again 
End this fight 
Fatigue yields delight 
Turn off the light 
Good night!  
 
 

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