Others fought
and died for naught
Myths the elixir
Spooned from birth
Assures no crisis of conscience
upon dying breath
To the grave with hands clean
Hyperbole reigns
in a Kingdom of Queens
Tourette’s Syndrome for
the body politic
Enema bag of the Republic
a cleansing purge
Yet men will still die
for myths
No Captain at the helm
and the rats are jumping