It Could be Verse...

A bit of doggerel verse to cheer you on this bleak Scalito Monday:

Republics rise
Republics fall
And one grave flaw
Unites them all:
The people tire
Of standing guard.

“Democracy
Is really hard!”
They whine and gripe
And quit their posts
The People’s House
Is filled with ghosts;
Mere Specters
From an age long past.

The ship of state
Is sinking fast,
And at its helm
An idiot stands.
“We’ll stay the course!”
His voice commands.

No watchman
In the crow’s nest cries,
“There’s rocks ahead!”
And, no surprise,
The ship of state
Runs hard aground
The crewmen die
Without a sound.

Republics fall
Republics rise
The People must
Beat back the lies
And seize the helm
Before Truth dies.