Fie Politics! Go wash your gut stained suit,
The blood in which you bathe is not your own.
Dependent on the vile comb-o'er brute,
The int'rests you proclaim are yours alone.
Fie Politics! Exploits your favorite tune;
Unjust commands, a frequent of your bed.
For one requirement is silver spoon;
Hostility: a culture you have bred.
And thus we yearn for fabled compromise,
A quality new faces will express.
And passion lead us out of our demise--
Humanity won't tarry with progress.
Fie Politics! For you did Eden fall.
All hail to you-- betrayal be your gall.