TRUMPTY DUMPTY

Trumpty Dumpty

Trumpty Dumpty sat on the bluff,
Crowned in gold, swollen with puff.
He built his perch on whispered lies,
On broken oaths and hollow cries.

The crowd below, enchanted, blind,
Fed his myth and warped their mind.
They hailed his climb with zeal and rage,
Scrawled his name on every page.

But truth is granite, not just breath,
And fraud invites a slower death.
Cracks beneath his throne did creep,
Old debts stirred in the nation's sleep.

Then came the tremble, soft but grim,
The wall betrayed the weight of him.
No scaffold built of rage and spin
Could hold the hollow shell within.

Trumpty Dumpty fell from grace,
A crater carved in freedom's face.
And all the king’s horses,
And all the king’s men,
Could not reforge the fraud again.