The Days of Swine and Roses

We’re 30 days from that moment when there will be
a changing of the guard;
Some are calling for a celebratory lifting of a glass of wine
Others are checking to see if their hearts are still beating.

These are the days of swine and roses
Two elements of life that have neither fit nor care;
When long-held values are kicked like a rusty old can
Down an alley that beckons with dark voices and
muted sounds.

We are in a struggle to find if we still have the right stuff
The drive the wherewithal to take life by its days of glory
And shake our heritage and our honor back into words and actions;
This is neither the time nor place to search for miracles.
It is a time for going all in.

Already the world’s richest person is bouncing around like a lead balloon
With flared nostrils and dollars aplenty he challenges from a unique position
When money alone brings him the respect he thinks is his.
We shall soon enough discover if this emperor has any clothes.

Meanwhile the cats and mice are scurrying about
Some in it for sport some for the glory and others in for the money.
This is the penultimate sacrifice about which few know the final outcome.
But this we can say with certainty: We will see an outcome and 
it will be bloody.