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Glo Curl·January 5, 2024

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The World Watched

written by: Glo Curl

The world watched, riveted, that day
A breaching of the hallowed site
Contempt and gall amidst the fray
While muted sway inflamed the fight

It started one November night
Declaring votes had gone astray
Unwillingness to see the light.
The world watched, riveted. That day

And afterwards he’d quietly play
Some golf. Not much there to write
About and did he ever say
‘A breaching of the hallowed site’?

Yet this belief that he was right
Ensured they wouldn’t stay away
He whipped them up to march with spite,
Contempt and gall amidst the fray

The eager crowd went on their way
His words succeeding to ignite
Each one with fire to disobey
While muted sway inflamed the fight

They broke the barricades to blight
The inner sanctum. Five did pay.
Amongst the dead, a cop. The White
House staff, in shock, began to pray.
The world watched

NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:

Three years ago on January 6 the world watched in disbelief and dismay as the seat of US democracy, Capitol Hill, was invaded by pro-Trump rioters. Politicians, personnel, and security officers feared for their lives; five people died.
I wrote this poem in the days following the riot. It is in the form of a Rondeau Redoublé.

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Glo writes formal poetry and flash, enjoying the discipline of the former and brevity of the latter. Her subject matter varies from humorous to dark, fiction and real life. Writing is a challenge, a pleasure and a great way to fill the hours. Her verse has been published in Lightenup-online, The Poet Magazine, Little Old Lady Comedy, Better Than Starbucks Haiku anthology and other places. Her flash fiction has found a home at Secret Attic, Thewrite-in, and Friday Flash Fiction. Glo writes for her own fulfilment; if someone else likes it, all the better. She is still adding stuff to her website: The Old Fashioned Poet.

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