The Iron Butterfly
She can’t take the
loads
She wants to be
free
Within her 4 walls
She feels she can
stay
The principles she
cries
In a political game,
principles need to compromise
It isn’t always the
straight road
If she can’t
understand she has to fly
Back in her cocoon
self and lick her wounds
The 4Ds to the
jackpot
She has to master
it to stay relevant
No doubt principles
will be a guiding force
But within a game
of politics
She has to play her
game of rights
Throwing in the
towel
It will show her
weakness
Though she hardly
says it openly
She feels she can’t
play the game
Out she goes flying
away
The Iron Butterfly
Out of range out of
sight
The new breed will
come on board
The wayward will be
left far behind
In politics is an
art to paint on the canvass
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