A Loving For Chaos

A loving for chaos.
In ways displayed.
Within their DNA.
At any cost or the loss,
Of the public's interests.
Proving to do this,
Regardless of being picked and selected.
As leaders chosen,
To defend and protect...
A democratic way of life.
Showing it known,
This they do not respect.

A loving for chaos.
With nothing resolved.
Or from them a seriousness,
Of laws kept to prioritized protected.

Yet...
What is exposed to reveal,
Are children pretending...
Themselves to be adults.
Incapable to make decisions.
To obtain positive results.
Since inherited from their DNA,
Is a chaos, division and bigotry displayed.
As the only way to honor their ancestors.
Whether or not,
They were elected to sit...
In positions of leadership.
Disappointing to ignore,
The interests of the people.
Expecting more,
Than children pretending to be adults.
Performing as idiots.
To believe this stupidity,
Represents the interests of the people.
Observing to witness their activities,
Will never achieve positive results.
When children are left,
Arguing amongst themselves.
Over who should next be picked to play.
And given a ball.
To run towards a goal line.
In a game to play exclusively by fools!
Done to do to rule.
Over a playground of chaos displayed!

'Who...
Chose these 'kids'
To represent our interests?
Who would be that stupid?'

'Well...
It's not for me to say,
Anything inappropriate.
However...
If you look over there,
Where their constituents sit.
Opulently dressed.
In tuxedos and ballgown?
Up and down on bleachers.
Inside a playground?
Who...
Would do that?
As if unseen charading a pretentiousness!
With it to clearly show,
Themselves to be parents of those...
Living on the other side,
Of the Field of Dreams.
WAY outside the vision of reality!'

'That is your opinion.'

'I prefer calling it,
Observation!'