Interlude

A Work in Progress
84

On the steps of Denny Hall

Donal sat with his guitar

with Joanna beside him as he played

Briseis played the part

her hair grown long and dark 

passersby seeing stopped and stayed

Come to me my love

she signaled with her eyes

looking at Donal as he played

but he was faraway

he did not have to stay

music had overtaken his mind…

Beautiful Urania astronomer’s muse

our eyes open to all your wonders

portents you show us will reward us

for where else can answers be found

when political peril confronts us

a dictator who sane was already unbound

now increasingly insane has been found

guilty of assault when he had a stiff member

he’s now’s so old he cannot remember

where else for advice but ask Urania

on timing a bribe to stay on his good side 

or who should we pay now that he’s gaga

among those that protect him who has the power

to stop him from suing us if we should speak truth

say he’s a fat farter and in person uncouth

Though we live free we are oppressed

these are tense time my muscles know

crave a hot bath so they might unclench

wash away faraway wars I’ve no part in.

Trump’s put a wrench into what worked before

now all must suffer his constant farting

oppressions of freedom cruelty to science

trampling of citizens human rights

bringing back slavery for those we made free

for whose benefit if not for our enemies.

No conquering hero he, he owes crypto his wealth

he’s more an appeaser who’ll delay deciding

waiting for bigger bribes to stay his small hand

we are being oppressed there’s no peace in the land

Dick Russell © Richard M Russell

                   2025