“ Winds ” ~ of pol unrest ~

 

Of pol unrest

Be errant quests,

Like wailing winds

Whines its chagrin,

He weaves to lure

Around held sins,

By any means

In whiny oracles,  

Meant reel us in,

To so align

The ill elects,

Who will connive

For his convene,

Like shifting winds

Of partisan idiom,

Will blindly be let fly!

 

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