There are moderates opposing,
Posed stances by conservatives.
The democrats labelled liberals
Cross paths of republicans...
Observed nostalgically dancing,
With ghosts from the past.
Hoping to revive life again,
To what has died.
But in their minds has no end.
Which group is it,
That represents a greatness?
Which group is it,
On either side...
Of these divided fences.
Remains with maintained,
Evidence...
A sustained and untarnished,
Confidence.
Shown to be decisive.
And displayed by loyal, Constituents.
When competence wished,
Has eroded to be witnessed.
Diminished are pretensions.
Getting more difficult,
To explain their absence.
As truth stalks,
In the midst of charades...
Paraded to masquerade.
And chased away,
From positions seated...
Elected hypocrites lay,
Basking to bake under the Sun.
Wanting to get their skins,
To darken.
While attempting to remove,
The sands of shifting times...
Reflecting betrayal.
And denial of treason,
Off their deeply tanned faces.
To exclaim themselves to be,
Fiscally responsible.
And representing to uphold,
Wishes kept dreamed...
Held by those,
With similar interests.
And devoted to a life,
Of unmistaken to question...
Liberty!
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