Chanting a mantra

he rattles the maracas

warning the enslavement

of fiat currencies

while choking on organic carrot sticks

shoplifted from the vegan market

where he holds court on Sundays

The aging soccer moms

engage cougar fantasies

trolling for young hipsters

temporary salve for scorn

An awkward exchange over a shopping cart

Against this backdrop

the demagogue roars invisible

Seven billion souls

each with two ears, but one mouth

still so many voices

yet no one hears a thing