it is all bleak broken; half-hell-heard House, blight blasted, a
sound spoke maelstrom where we see no substance swirling over heads
and hearts unheard - untending - unending obstacles to speech where
he, bright-tied bright-eyed, oversees the game's communication farce fail
debate: debate dire-drowning in the noise.
it is all blame blighted; wrong-rung-rigid replay, as rock-like she
sole stands alone amongst the chaos seeing nothing but her words -
proud-pausing as the waves break over her - continuing untouched,
besieged, unhearing ... she clinging to the wrecking rock of her policy,
speaks: speaks sure-certain of her plan.
it is all bleak broken; dark-dire-demoted democracy, feebly frail, the
House is now not even half-heard, we see its accountability discounted -
scorned - she says she stands for the people against the House; but caught
between required delivery and a denied third vote must fair find passage -
should: can one man control that dire destiny dream?