Past the pantheon on the left

Adonis in red, his head in his hands
struggling to understand the headlines - 
(his mind too cluttered with deadlines)
instead finds solace in the abolishment of
the state and as politics inflates, he waits.


Aphrodite sighed, the crowds outside
cried in fury, a century of thought left
to a jury of peers near close to madness -
those that practice rhetorical prayer just to
discuss the surreptitious affair between
the tortoise and a hare.

Apollo followed the flames and complaints
that engulfed the streets completely, - 
discretly he walked through empty alleys
though sadly no one told him what to unlearn
or how to return to normal.

Atlas Shrugged.