Contain your excitement;
Take hold of your tongue.
You saw nothing,
You heard nothing;
It never was done.
In exchange for profit,
The iconoclast came
In like a wrecking ball
And went out with a whimper,
But not before dealing away
The soul of a nation
With manifest recklessness.
Now all that is left for us
Is obliteration, deletion,
And eradication;
Condemnation of memory
And discommendation.
Unearth all the transcripts
Written sub rosa;
Hide all the evidence
He ever existed.
No misgivings,
No remorse,
No apologies needed.
Reverse all the edicts,
Tear down all the walls,
Seize all of the clubs,
Rename all the links;
Bury all of the towers.
Fill them from lobby to penthouse
With sands from the hourglass.
Speak no more the name,
Extend no more invitations,
Reject him from your domiciles;
Make him persona non grata.
About the Creator
JR Simons
J. R. currently manages the Performing Arts Center at Elyria (Ohio) High School and is the TD for the EHS Drama Club.
He has a BFA and MA in Theatre from Kent State University and an MFA in Creative Writing from Ashland University.
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