Trojan [Pantheon, epilogue]

Trojan [Pantheon, epilogue]

Oh, how the mighty have fallen,
Et tu, Brute?... his part ends;
the Great Trojan Ass has been called in,
on the lies that he could not defend

As the parasites spill from its carcass,
teflon cladding, long battle-worn, slipped;
impressively smooth, it is marked less,
than you'd think, taking note of the script

Taking note of the script that we've lived through,
of the lines that we've swallowed, obtuse;
the letters and words that don't ring true,
and the sentences lost through abuse

Through abuse of a system flawed, lacking,
even now high born lackeys mass low;
spilling out of the horse, that was packing,
... such parasites travel in tow

Behind clownish masks, rigged, they caper,
a passport to power, stained blue;
hollow promises turned into vapour,
manifestos burned, patience strained, through

Through five years, indentured, hard labour,
and ten years preceding the farce;
in peace time, they rattle their sabre,
lacking the words... lacking class

Lacking in morals, in foresight,
living the here and now;
eleven long years to set things right,
yet still, we're still worse off somehow

It runs deeper, runs further than Brexit,
tracks back long before Covid was here;
it would seem somehow 'truth' made an exit,
the first casualty, truth... project fear

with gaslighting blue, incandescent,
'midst gatherings leaded and manned;
yet somehow found legally present,
at said parties judged wrongfully planned

A penalty fixed he won't notice,
sums so paultry, not more than small change;
a sling strung along for the voters,
shots fired, conspired, close range

and so now, Goliath has fallen,
final shred of asbestos vest burnt;
with speeches left stuttered and stallen,
Achilles' flawed ankle, has turned

Spurned by the ones that he partied,
alongside the other mistakes;
but the race, it has only just started,
as dark horsemen line up in his wake

with Pegasus finally grounded,
wings clipped long blonde, cut short midflight;
an emporor's clothes left unfounded,
what was new, can get old overnight

with burnt wings, sunbound, waxed, scorched, melted,
and Icarus shot down in flames;
tarred and feathered, drawn, quartered and welted
pelted, left cooling off in the Thames

Ran stagnant and tepid, the state calls,
red lines scrawled so late in sand;
aneamic blue blood runs down red walls,
with hypocrisy high where hearts land

At ground zero, such mushroom clouds settle,
an effort to heal the cleft;
peddling wares, testing mettle,
from the carcass the Joker has left

whilst clowns from the very same circus,
seem to spill from the same paltry car;
despite the suave carved equine surface,
... with Greeks bearing gifts from afar