Illusory solace
Is sadness at peace
Though some shred of subversion
I’ve yet to unleash
In its rabid
Hysteria
Yearns to be free
But society
Renders it
Tranquility
For contenders to thrones
Highly coveted
Cling
To a power
Imbalance
Not fit for a king
They would sooner see fear
Run amok
In the streets
And appease its bloodlust
By the number of seats
That their side of the
I’ll
Serve merely
Myself
Or the party,
The lobby,
The way of the belt