No doubt you
laughed
and gloated at
the Mogul's fall
his stunning - and deserved -
denouement
a grave around which
you could
dance
Did you even
think
the stink would
persist would
spread would
permeate
your
Stone Curtain
emblazoned in the
Biblical precepts you so
callously
used
to blind the world
to
the muck of
your own making?
Innocent little
backwater
babes
You bet that they would
stay
silent
that they would - unaided - bear the stain
of
your lecherous
cowardice
while you blustered about
family values
You arrayed their hapless
mothers
Their own
chastity
long since laid
waste
by the good ol'
Monsters
preachers, politicos and other
upstanding
citizens who
schooled you
in the doctrine of
moral absolutism as its own
absolution
bur even as a
Senator
Who
will be your king, Roy?
Who will be your
Saviour
now?
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