Chords of 'Eight' Seasons

In a nation's democracy
each year be a season
to fly
By facts you rule
by acts you fool
And , pray how you go
you may fly
or fry

In a people's demagoguery
each year be a season
to fly
By acts they mule
by facts they pool
And, pray how you go
you may ply
or cry

Base souls make the ranks
but keep their rank
Swell souls bust their pranks
and fill our tank
In the fullness of time
each season builds or bleeds
for future banks
By the fullness of time
each season be a measure
of acts and facts
Who be lean and dem de fat
be a lesson to hide no more

Build for self-fat
and the gaol will trim ya bloat
Bleed to build us
and the goals will be ya float
Win, don't capture votes
Earn, don't rupture votes
Your maxim, if be service
lead not to maximum votes
for self
Never ever

In the People's Democracy
each year be a season
to fret
By tact you try
by facts you pry
And, pray how you go
you may flounder
and plunder
or gather fine feathers
It be all ya date

For, in the final democracy
your terms are finite
the facts be granite:
No spinning
No laundering
The wheel of time
be finely and firmly in tune
And the chords, this time
be sweet music or sour choke
One for you - pain or gain
most for us - pain and gain
Then the wheel rolls on, again:
Silently, gingerly, ever-surely...
in tune with time


Like you, I am amazed, amused and bemused by how politicians and their hangers-on behave. As for their aides and hirelings, it is one huge wonder. They are same everywhere!

Term-based democratic and electoral office holders are the greatest story and meanest movies to watch. What they do with power and position can hardly be foretold. They simply surprise all. In their sober moments (often too late, usually once they've crashed!), they do admit surprising themselves!!

And the political parties? Oh goodness, how did we invent them!!!

Just look around.