Erato errata

Völva Vigga shook her mane
today it was stark black
vicarious ways to change a name
of who started what.

War of a president now tagged
for a war of a general
would not fool the big brass -
only the public ephemeral.

How dare the people in power
try to throw scraps of cake
instead of standing up and glower
admitting their defeats of late.

Völva Vigga perused a figurine
standing erect, looking faraway -
ebullient Erato made of citrine -
frowning fiercely forever a day.

Vigga swore under her breath
the victors have history rewritten
the researchers routinely conquest',
but this time truth intermittent.

Mighty misnomers - miserable -
for this president - not a first -
ingenious invention of ignobles
the trail of truth traversed by thirst.

The Völva Vigga wondered wearily
how common man held at bay
would grasp that Erato figurally
instantaneously is erratum today.