Parliament of Parrots

They flap their gums and call it law,
a circus dressed in suits of awe;
each promise gilded, truth denied,
they sell the stage and call it pride.

They dine on chaos, sip on spin,
toast the mess they’re wallowing in;
the crowd applauds, then checks their phone,
democracy streamed, but never owned.

They trade our fears for votes and cheers,
their pockets lined with public tears;
the louder the scandal, the quicker the grin,
the show must go on, integrity thin.

And when the curtain starts to fray,
they change the name and call it “new day”;
same old actors, polished lies,
still selling clouds to hopeful eyes.