Ashes, Ashes It All Fell Down
A wronged witch of the south and A wretched fool of the north. Side by side behind the dais stood Toe to toe Nose to nose. Arguing their differences before a hired audience fools Questions and answers all scripted in double speak. This cannot end well The commentators behind the scenes whispered One is losing his sanity The other her mind. And so as the disenfranchised watched in growing horror helpless To find a way out of the capital the nation for which it stood burned. Ashes, ashes it all fell down. J. Binford-Bell August 2016