Circus

He's the circus and the sideshow,
A midway of freaks grotesque as this
He thrives upon this greasepaint glow
Sitting in his pile of filth

A year into the fascist game
Rule of law is all but dead
Hammering every institution
But for the rich, they always get fed

(chorus)

What he does is maddening
It's like a trap has caught us
We can't even slow or stop him
Or his insane illegal orders

(chorus)

Watching them dismantle
A century of progress
In a year or two. Manhandle
With brutal carelessness

(chorus)

He's the master trapped in rings,
Can't keep the clowns at bay
Invited them in, they run the place
An ill descent, a nightmare day

(chorus)

He keeps the voters busy shouting,
Covering fire to their applause
The perfect tool for their destraction
He doesn't care that we had laws

(Chorus)

Sitting in his pile of filth

12/19/25

© Huw Powell
printed 14 January 2026

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Circus