Another Tale Of Two Cities Poem by Ima Ryma

Since the founding of this city,
Best of times and worst of times is
Viewed from bubble of dimwitty,
All caught up in partisan biz.
We the People send folks who age
From wisdom into foolishness,
Blaming others in rant and rage
In keep the power game of chess.
Each spring of hope, cherry trees bloom,
But by winter, cold, dark despair.
Clock always ticked closer to doom,
Fiddlers fiddle, spewing hot air.

'A Tale of Two Cities' could be
A tale of Washington, D.C.