of days of power going

 

The curtains draw close

Block out the sun rays

Let the room stay dim

With lighted bulbs beaming

The like minded plotters

Staring with each other

Eyes feeling the heat

Of days of power going

They plot to stay

The Speaker and AG

They can build walls

Let the plotters have sometimes

The plotters aren't going

Unless they are removed quickly

The power in their hands

They want to keep

But the light will penetrate through

They have to surrender in time

As the good will march to the stage

Then the plotters will cry