Nero Still Fiddles

Our polititions

 

Darkness descends on our impenetrable fortress of truth

 

Once seemingly invincible, our belief systems have been breached,

 

leaving only the blind to try to tell right from wrong

 

As both judge and jury, the fate of our country

 

lies in fool's hands; fools who live in the darkness

 

of certitude; of absolutes, and inflexibility,

 

who won't give an inch; the storm clouds deepen,

 

even as we debate, and the shadows grow longer

 

A political party of Nero's, still fiddling while Rome burns