Dear Nation
A MUD WRESTLE OR A FUNERAL?
The limelights and the cameras has been
Turned on for a while now
Anticipation to watch two candidates
Face to face — not really
But at least in the same room
And form a triangle that needs a referee
But it confuses me to see
The red right wing will be on my left side
A monster and a man is entering
The monster and the old man soon turns grumpy
As their tongues start spitting
Soon the mud start flowing
The stage becomes a tub
A fight to bury everything in the mud
This is the funeral of a nation
Witnessed by the whole world
Their suits where blue
But soon lost color and turned grey
A dry clean couldn’t be enough
If reuse is a matter
Or do they dare to enter naked next time
Give us a few seconds to watch the naked truth
Before their eyebrows drowns in mud again
Until the funeral is over
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© d’Viggo 2020
