Clown on-air
Demented Clowns on Prime Time
Demented Clowns on the TV screen
Scream their slogans,
Tenors of a murder symphony.
The man who wipes away the makeup,
A tragicomic grotesque personnage.
Despised by all under condescending laughs,
Naked of virtue, they laugh at their shame.
Clowns are not funny.
They are what happens to a human
When he has lost his dignity.
A pathetic loser wrapped in a flag.
His soul is hollow, his view is short,
His moral skeleton made of broken bones.
Pathetic, desperate, humiliated.
He is a clown, she is a clowness,
Indecent clowns.
The swelling obscenity in the public square,
The shame of the human race.
But they are not alone.
Clowns by the thousands sit in the high places,
Suit and tie.
They may smile,
But under this makeup and status—
a defeated clown.
A coward who sold his soul in disgrace,
a traitor to his people,
Shielding criminals,
a puppet,
a disgrace.
They are in their thousands.
Clowns.
Traitors.
Traitors.
Traitors and sellers
Of the human race.
You see them on the TV every night on the news.
The World Wide Circus,
A pathetic, grotesque spectacle,
Where crime is on prime time.
Clowns speak serious stupidities, lies, meaningless words.
Clowns make serious life-or-death decisions.
But they know, we know, they stand for nothing.
Appointed to dance in the house of absurdity,
The waltz of criminals dancing to the music
Of a sinister composer.
The KhilTlers of the world,
The masters of ceremony,
The composers of this bloody partition—
Opus magna called religion, politics, economy.
All can go to trash
If the result is injustice, lawlessness,
And this non-stop circus
With demented clowns on prime time.
A sorry, pitiful, wretched mess.
Circus Mundi.
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The president is live on TV.
Clown,
On air.