Senators who stifle dreams of great love
have as much knowledge as they have of good
little they ponder the mysteries of hope
for everything they have is afforded
from power they made into minions
between faith and despair they choose all wrong
why else do they replace peace with war
if not to wring hands irresponsible?
Dusted with diamonds they bargain galore
with what is most treasured by the white doves
the people who govern themselves and more
observing the miseries of their gov
that it cannot foresee the time and hour
when we are all free from their terror.
This Sonnet is a Fictional Work. Any perceived, apparent, or implied relationship to entities or persons is coincidental.
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