Drums

Frontier
Tom-toms
In the pitch
Black night
Chesapeake
Campfires lit
Captives cringe
As Pocahontas is
Named chief of the
IRS to a rolling drum
Beat she advances in
Snake slow fascination
To make public tax returns
Expose to light all the secrets
Hid away reveal each plot to
Cheat avoid hide away as
The drums roll faster as
The fires shoot up to
Reveal the faces
Of those whose
Corrupt tax
Evasions
Are put
Into
The light.
Mercy they
Cry but all they
Can expect is audit.
And the drums
Drumming
On and
On.