When In The Course Of Human Events

In servitude of statesman sagacity
how cleverly was crafted the gossamer wind of freedom,
a delicate scroll full of fragile ideals expressed with noble ink.

Such an exquisite social mechanism planned, like a fine timepiece,
its inner workings handed over to bureaucrats
who loved to use a red tape hammer to shatter all the original quality.

And in perfect dedication to anal retentive devotion,
we are the recipients of their brilliance,
mixed with the politician mutants of the founding forebears,
devoted to votes and all the harvest it can bring to their pockets.

So we have a social security system meant to help the retired,
bleed to bankruptcy by those borrowing its gold
to fund their legislative lusts.

A defensive armory that is prepared to wage offensives,
slaughter rights and innocence if needed
until they win over enemies whether they exist or not,
no matter if we all end up broke to pay the tab.

All the power to invent technology for providing national security,
though none of us feels safe from criminals in our homes.
Programs to help the poor, which often ignores
the ones most in need,
if they don't fit the requirements no matter how dumb the regulations

In the end, lawyers find loopholes to bury corporate sins,
some farmers get paid to not plant a given crop even with those starving,
there are countless military bases closed. their buildings standin vacant
while homeless hide in alleys for fear of being arrested for loitering.

We the people, is where the original words seems to stop today,
in order to form a more perfect union, left on hold for a campaign promise,
leaving irony as the ghost writer of the constitution,
being a twisted April's Fools joke lasting all year long,
the punch line coming due on April Fifteenth.