We use “slush” sarcastically; an attempt to understand,
the content of our DC Swamp, leaders of our great land.
Instead of wading in the bogs, of pre-Capitol years,
Congress is soaked with sewage, confirming our fears.
Days of Smoke filled back rooms, politics of a lost art,
have given way to dirty tactics, ideologies grow far apart.
Political players battle together, victims are the people,
no one seeks forgiveness, in temple, mosque or steeple.
They swim with their own, among parasites and roaches,
in the absence of leaders, be it Speakers or coaches.
The people hold one weapon, not spears or rocks,
this November they fight with, a vote in the ballot box.