Legacy

The grass grows lush on Mitch McConnell's grave,
a destination few will want to miss.
The footpath there, Kentucky had to pave;
so many come each day to dance, and piss.
Tripartite government worked passing well,
two hundred years and more with scarce a hitch.
But now, one man has shot it all to Hell;
no Founding Father had foreseen Trump's bitch.
Ambition had been meant to counteract
ambition, and so stabilize the whole.
Now, what had seemed so sturdy's deeply cracked;
the People keep no pretense of control.

Too often, good we've done is quickly gone,
but evil men have wrought in life lives on.