An Ode to Bad Government

 ### An Ode to Bad Government

Oh, wretched stewards of our noble land,

Whose heavy hands do mar the common good,

With folly's whispers and deceit so grand,

You twist the course where once the righteous stood.

Upon the throne of power you reside,

Yet justice flees the shadow of your reign,

In greed and graft your wicked hearts confide,

While virtue’s cries resound in bitter pain.

Through gilded halls your hollow echoes ring,

Proclaiming promises as false as gold,

With every pledge you break, our spirits sting,

And in your lies, the truth is bought and sold.

Oh, puppeteers of policy and law,

Your tangled strings ensnare the weary mass,

From every sin you cloak, we see the flaw,

As through your glass, the light shall never pass.

The streets once paved with hope now bear despair,

As dreams are trampled under heavy boots,

In darkened rooms, you plot with little care,

While ignorance and apathy take root.

The coffers swell with wealth ill-gained and foul,

As poverty’s cold grip tightens its hold,

To distant lands you cast a crimson scowl,

Yet fail to shield the weak within your fold.

Oh, architects of ruin and decay,

Your legacy is written in the dust,

For every broken soul and squandered day,

The people's trust has crumbled into rust.

Yet still, amidst the shadows of your blight,

A spark of hope within our hearts remains,

For someday soon, shall dawn a clearer light,

And cleanse our land of all your sordid stains.

Injustice's reign, though fierce, shall meet its end,

As truth and valor rise to claim their due,

For from the ashes, phoenix-like, we'll mend,

A future bright, with leaders brave and true.

Oh, wretched stewards, heed this final plea,

Repent your ways, and let the nation see,

That even from the darkest tyranny,

A brighter dawn can set our people free.