Amazing how in the grand scheme of things,
between the mad-rush and voting boxes,
You stand dictator,
as ailing Democracy is vetoed,
and majority loses its last war.
This is no time for mavericks,
Bombs tick your ambition
while all other dreams
Detonate.
Seemingly self-defeating
Seemingly triumphant
Stoically non-partisan
You slash the jugular –
Knife curved like a smile.
Soon there will be three bags full.
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