The Washington Tea Party
By
Thomas L. Dynneson
It was the sixth of January of 2021
A new day of infamy now can be sung
The scene of crime is now etched in the blood
Of a woman veteran whom the establishment police shot dead
I watched it all on the tely on that miserable day
The scene was Washington where a rally was under way
The news was gloomy and not about to go away
The cause of the ruckus was an election that was in play
It all came to a head on January the sixth, according to plan
A required Constitutional day as we all understand
The scene turned chaotic in the twinkle of an eye
As up the hill the protesters did fly
They scaled the walls and forced open the doors
They entered the halls and the chamber floors
The police were too weak to resist the angry flow
They fell back in alarm and let them all go
The protesters occupied offices and they sat at the desks in a row
They occupied the chamber, drove out scammers who now had to go
Was this a cleansing or was it a crime?
The answer lies in future and will take some time
Some say it's obvious that this is a swamp
Full of the greedy who trample and romp
Arrogant asses who make their own deals
When it comes to elections, it no different from other things they steal
Then came a shot that punctuated this scene as never before
They murdered a veteran who served us in war
They shot her in cold blood as she lay on the floor
Now the masked deception has come to the fore
Democracy has a limited life span
It can survive for a while as best it can
But when it's over, it does not die with a great shout
It dies with whimper when the light of liberty burns out
The Professor