WEAVIN' AND BOBBIN'

They're weavin'
And they're bobbin'
Punching and counter punching. 
Sometimes they land blows. 
Sometimes they get hit.
No they are not boxers.
In a boxing ring.
They're members.
Of the same political party.
Going after one.
Another!
~ Ricardo
This poem is about: 
My country

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