The January 6 Commission – a poem by Michael Rocharde, July 13, 2022
The Jan 6 Committee holds a hearing
Detailing what Republicans are fearing.
Evidence is mounting by the day
Sworn testimony, not tweets or hearsay
Proof positive Trump’s conduct
Was a blatant attempt to obstruct
The lawful transfer of power
With multiple efforts every hour.
Conspirators they have been named
But yet they claim to be defamed
It’s just not commonsense
To ignore all this evidence
And yet many stick their heads in the sand
And loudly claim this cannot stand
It’s a witch hunt is what they say
Repeating this ridiculous claim every day.
Their behavior was beyond the pale
And they should all end up in jail.
They are guilty of a heinous crime
And justice demands they serve time.
I wonder what possessed
These people to be so obsessed
With following a man so inflamed
With election fraud, or so he claimed.
Commonsense fled in disarray
Like actors fleeing a bad play
Trump was a man feeling the blues
Could not comprehend that he could lose
And when he so obviously did
Of sensible voices, he wanted to be rid
And only listen to those who fed
His fragile ego; a watershed
Moment in this country’s long life.
Far worse than wars or previous strife.
The country is divided, and much worse
Those who support Trump are averse
To listening to the truth.
With the ignorance of callow youth
They only see the lies
Spread by people that they despise
There is no pretense
Of listening to the evidence,
And there never will
Especially on the Hill.
The DOJ must prosecute these seditionists
These so-called abolitionists.
A message must be sent
For none of them will repent
Their part in this insurrection,
This fallacious, and dangerous obstruction.
Crimes they were committed
Encouraged and permitted
By an egomaniac and those fools
Who’d support him even if he drools.
I’ve never been a fan
of Trump, a dangerous man.
It might seem to be perverse
But he is the absolute worst
Example of the human race.
I cannot express my distaste
In terms you would not regard as absurd
There is not one single word
To sum up his place in history
Except to go back to prehistory
And call him a dinosaur,
And a loser, more than sore.
The hearings are coming to a close
The ex-emperor has no clothes
With which to cover up his crimes
But it is a sign of the times
That we must wonder why,
Despite those who died
In this attempt to subvert
or should we say pervert
Democracy at it’s core
As well as all the more.
Is it too much for us to ask
The DOJ to perform the task
That they are enjoined to perform
So that perhaps we might reform
And the country start to heal
From the crimes that were real.
Traitors slinking in the night
Doing everything that was not right.
There must be prosecution
Maybe not execution
But long years behind bars
without a window to see the stars.
But here’s the thing
A President who wanted to be a king
With an ego knowing no bounds.
Bars should now be his surrounds.
He should have a number, not a name
With only himself to blame.
Merrick Garland, you must, without fail
Put all these conspirators in jail.
Prosecute to the full extent of the law.
That is, after all, what we pay you for.
You must not give into fear,
But protect that which you hold dear
And if the crazies take up arms
Open up a few new prison farms,
And let them break rocks for a decade or two
While their irrational behavior they rue.
© Michael Rocharde, July 13, 2022