The Iron Butterfly
Sad to hear she may
not be around
Fighting her cause
in politics
She sticks to her
rights
She forgets
politics is a dirty game
It isn’t all roses
and fanfare
There is always the
negative tale
She has to live
with it and move on
The Iron Butterfly
Winged herself away
She can’t take the
hard road
The headwind brings
her tears
She crafted herself
well
Emerged out from
the shadows
But fighting in
politics
She hasn’t learned
the dynamics
It is the harsh
game
No place for the
faint mind
It is a dirty game
It isn’t for fame
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