The high pitch rings throughout the room
The delicate string of a violin,
So acute, it is about to crack
The elephants, lions and trapezists
Make their way down to the stage
Drums begin to resonate
The tune of violins
A cheerful ballad begins
In sync with the beat
The main act arrives
With clomping feet,
A rhythmic march
The clowns appear
As they approach
They trample down
Blades and crosses
Held up high.
Grotesque faces of hanging skin
And bulging grins
With bucking teeth
That are about to fall.
As they appear,
The music changes
Into a bloodcurdling
Jarring sound.
07
Political Circus
The guide of the show storms in:
Hitler in red mask stands in command
The cluster of buffon's raise their arms
Some raise a fist
Some salute with their hand
Others point fingers at the man
Machetes, scythes and hooks
Crosses and flags
Red is the swastika and communist hammer and sickle
No one really knows why they fight
But in the center of the stage
Crawling over each other they lay.
They all have their own desire and greed
“Who and whatever it may take”
I bet they say.
The crowd around
Stares at them horrified
But there isn’t much we can do.
Some clowns come and go
But the show always goes on.