The Empty Streets of Ego’s March
Donald Trump’s much-hyped military parade yesterday to mark the 250th anniversary of the US Army turned into a soggy, costly spectacle that failed to draw the expected crowds or enthusiasm. Despite spending millions and show- casing tanks and troops, the event was marred by poor weather, low attendance, and a muted atmosphere. Even the president and his closest allies appeared bored or distracted behind bulletproof glass, while critics slammed the parade as an extravagant display of ego rather than a genuine tribute to the armed forces.
A man who claims he moves the crowds with ease,
Found empty lawns to greet his costly show.
No shouts arose, just murmurs on the breeze,
As heat and sweat made many tire and go.
While tanks rolled by, their noise could not ignite
The flagging mood despite the glaring light.
The scene was set with armour, steel, and power,
Yet silence fell where thousands should have cheered.
A warning lost from decades past’s clear hour—
Eisenhower’s voice ignored, no longer feared.
Around him sat the court who daily praise,
Though boredom marked their vacant, listless gaze.
Melania watched, her face a guarded shield,
As pomp dissolved beneath the scorching rays.
The cost was steep—tax funds refused to yield—
Not for the troops, but one man’s selfish plays.
A show designed to feed a hungry pride,
While honour and respect were pushed aside.
Rolph David
Sun 29th Jun 2025 12:24
To Red Brick Keshner:
Thank you, Red Brick, for your reflection. It’s interesting how some patterns from history do seem to repeat. I’m glad the poem stirred those memories and connected to the echoes of past headlines.
To Stephen Gospage:
Stephen, I really appreciate your thoughtful comment and the humour about a possible parade with Putin! Glad the couplet about “the court who daily praise” stood out to you. Thanks for the encouragement.
To Ray Miller:
Thanks for reading, Ray! I know that line is a bit dense—sometimes poetry packs a lot into a few words. I’m glad it made you pause and think. Always happy to chat more if you want to unpack it!
To Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh:
Thank you, Uilleam, for your sharp and witty take. That Oscar Wilde paraphrase perfectly captures the frustration behind the poem. I appreciate you sharing that perspective!
Regards,
Rolph