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The Chaos on Capitol Hill

By Phillip MoorePublished 3 years ago 1 min read
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What were They Thinking?

Or were they thinking at all?

A mob has no mind.

at least not one

you can find

Here's a poem I wrote.

About what happens

when you lose the vote and your mind

at the same time.....

Chaos On Capitol Hill

As I watched this atrocity take place

It gave me a bone-numbing chill.

As Police let them in

they all started to grin

and wreaked havoc

on Capitol Hill.

A disgrace on the Citadel

of Democracy.

Another day that

will live in Infamy.

These knuckleheads

thought they were

starting a revolution.

When all they did was

Kreate Khaos and Konfusion

And soon they will be facing

seditious karmic retribution.

A stolen election is the distorted reflection,

that fueled and flamed this horrible insurrection.

5 lives lost without a second thought

live streaming and selfies, thinking

you weren't going to get caught

An attempted Coup is how

you thought you could resist

Now you're the FBI's most

wanted on a no-fly list.

I know you thought you

could get away with this crime

But your capture and conviction

is just a matter of time.

© 1/11/2021 hours ago, Phillip L. Moore

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Phillip Moore

I'm an author and poet willing to share my thoughts and opinions with the world.

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