The Politicians

Children turn into politicians over night,

With their thoughts as proof of being right.

They stay, fighting from their beds,

With meaning they've created in their heads.

Attempting to fix that which isn't broken,

With words that need not be spoken.

Blind ambition's what drives them all,

Without any purpose but difference, they fall.

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