A Democrat Dreams of Power

Whether they practice lawfare,
Or grace an ivory tower,
A Democrat has one care.
A Democrat dreams of power.

With words that twist and turn,
They seek to fan the flame,
To make the masses yearn,
And play a ruthless game.

Their promises may shine,
Like gold in the sun’s bright light,
But hidden in each line,
Is a shadow cloaked in night.

For power is their goal,
Their heart’s unyielding quest,
And they will sell their soul,
To stand above the rest.

With power in their grasp,
They tighten their control,
And in their iron clasp,
They seek to own each soul.

The truth becomes a tool,
To bend and break at will,
And those who dare to duel,
Are silenced, cold and still.

Yet in the darkest night,
A spark of hope remains,
For those who seek the light,
Will break the tyrant’s chains.

The people will arise,
With voices strong and clear,
And in their unity,
They’ll conquer every fear.

For power built on lies,
Will crumble in the end,
And truth will always rise,
With justice as its friend.

Image from Midjourney and poem from Copilot. I know it’s lazy, but it’s fun!