On the recordFebruary 4, 2021
I would like to take a few minutes to talk about my personal account, like so many other Members have, on the day of January 6. I do so in a poetic, artistic form, with a poem, ``A Bird's Eye View to Insurrection.'' The day started with the humdrum noises of a mundane process Mahogany boxes were presented, papers shuffled, and gavels knocked, But the process of the day was everything, The hearing of voices, the counting of votes, the sum of democracy. I had a bird's eye view from the gallery And on that day, we were in the final steps, the technocratic certification, we were electing a President Meanwhile, at the Ellipse, at base camp, another scene ensued A President spewed hateful lies, violence was incited, and a fuse was lit Alabama, Alaska, Arizona, stop Objections were raised, debates began, and passions heated A text reads Capitol Complex breaches I rest assured, I am in the safest place on Earth, for the people's House has never fallen I call my wife to tell her we are safe No thought of danger permeates, I am convinced of my safety, and I listen to more speeches A text reads Capitol Dome breached Pence and Pelosi, Hoyer and McCarthy, one-by-one they were escorted out The debate continued, the people's representatives continued, and Jim McGovern presided Debate yields to a prayer by the chaplain I am uneasy, fear is in the air, and the Members evacuate the House floor We dozen or so remain in the gallery stranded Banging, banging, banging on the doors T…





