Too timid or feckless you will not vet
Rather be a sycophant
Flawed characters in the boughten circle?
A blind eye turned like a traitor
Shame not wrong votes between Reds and Blues?
How fleeting then, truly, once finely wrought views
Of God, perhaps; purported of liberty
But with dementia on fungibility
Fund the refuse of our nation
Commissioned commission of perjury
These funhouse mirrors distract and distort
But a reflection's a reflection when a reflection's been caught
Yea merciful water may still strike dry ground
Alas, tears for roots no longer found