Chameleon Shell Game

At once the magician,

The power of anything out of the hat

Beckoning broadcast

Sanguine power to watch.

For just as fear freezes,

So too thaws the past.

Upon deaf ears

History replays

Ancient truths

No amount of hiding

Can contain.

Believing one’s ‘way’ is without rival,

Confident of the markers,

White,

Black,

Pulsating red.

How rose this kind,

This uncontained dark embodiment,

This way by madness

Designing mass restriction of the struggling,

Foreshadowing Hollywood murderous versions,

Political rants of hawkish lean,

That make for previewing despots yet to come.

We watch.

We cringe.

But we…

With words like hammer blows,

Gates protecting the hearts of people splinter,

Fracture,

Fall.

Centuries bury,

But also resurrect,

Endlessly revealing,

For some

Cyclic misfortune,

Dismay,

Hopelessness.

Seeing itself

As once tom-foolery dictatorship,

Now autocratic strangulation,

It remains forever

A chameleon shell game

of

Disrepute.