Republic Retrospection

By Cliff Lake

 

Republic Retrospection

 

Fading Fuhrer map selection,

Minions try to slow defection.

Old guard tries to skew detection,

And bury unwise misdirection.

 

Today’s gesture of deception:

Kosplay Kommandant projection:

The brave bullies need protection!

Another day of infection.

 

Is this how the Republic dies:

With shocked silence and open eyes?

Will you wave goodbye where the eagle flies?

Is this how the Republic dies?

 

And the marching boys once so proud,

All are masked, aren’t seen out loud.

Oath-breakers, life-takers in shroud,

False immunity they’re endowed.

 

Lady Justice scales corroded,

The House minister that has toaded.

Too long was this foreboded:

The Lawless’ guns are now loaded.

 

Is this how the Republic dies:

With shocked silence and open eyes?

Will you wave goodbye as the eagle flies?

Is this how the Republic dies?

 

Brutal boys disguising.

Criminals comprising.

Annexing devising,

Watch the North Sea rising.

 

Is this how the Republic dies:

With shocked silence and open eyes?

Will you wave goodbye when the eagle flies?

Is this how the Republic dies?

 

Failing Furor in dejection,

Blocking all means of inspection.

Any move is now deflection,

Cannot withstand a dissection.

 

Deny all signs of rejection:

Absence of a self-reflection.

Do not look for course correction,

Just a gesture of deception.

 

Is this how the Republic dies:

With shocked silence and open eyes?

Will you wave goodbye when the eagle flies?

Is this how the Republic dies?

 

Cliff Lake 1/19/2026

Copyright © Clifford Lake 2026

Location: Washington, DC, USA

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