Potentates and Princes pawn their pricelessness for fame whilst those who wield true power play for keeps,
Others, in their ignorance, career through constant turmoil, spreading mayhem as the trusting public sleeps.
Such is the pattern of your present brash incumbent, such is the horror of the lucid standing by
With realisation dawning that the game has fast unravelled and blanket supposition that impeachment may apply.
For lies and deception fade to paleness in duplicity of the treachery in dealing with the enemy of old,
And as confidence collapses right across the realm of politics, embarrassment suggests that hard action must unfold.
Sniggers in the Kremlin are a bitter pill to stomach with them laughing up their sleeves at the chaos in this land,
Better that you bite the bit and remedy this problem, remove the fool from office and let Pence now show his hand.
M.
New Zealand
18 May 2017