Straight to Hell

The country’s headed straight to Hell.
This truth is pretty much agreed.
The causes, though, we dare not tell.

Some want to blunder on, pell-mell.
Some utter prophecies to heed.
The country’s headed straight to Hell.

Oh, everybody knows the smell!
The maggots squirm, the roaches breed.
The causes, though, we dare not tell.

An evil wizard cast a spell.
His name was Abe, his motive greed.
The country’s headed straight to Hell.

How many knights in anguish fell!
What faltered? The heroic deed.
The causes, though, we dare not tell.

Were the slaves freed — or did we sell
as slaves those who had long been freed?
The country’s headed straight to Hell.
The causes, though, we dare not tell.

This poem was originally Published at Flammeus Gladius on June 25, 2023.