SOUND OF THE GAVEL

The sound of the gavel
Shapes our lives
It tramples upon the wishes
of the people and elevates
theirs like fire flies.

It is powerful in their
Hands
As with just its sound a
new order stands.
Through their "nay" our plight
Is squashed
The motive entangled in
their services is innately
whitewashed.

They transform to combatants
In passing the bills and become
Violent
Now, even the gavel is silent.

The sound of the gavel affirms
their "ayes"
And the nations' good is shifted
to white accounts.
Leaving us the dregs of the nations'
honey as with honey tongues
they blindfold the citizens' eyes.

Oh gavel!
You confirm their will to nibble
The lucre of tax payers
and erect skyscrapers despite our
Maunders
Your claws choke our interests
And besmirch the pride of our
nation.

You succumb to the whims
Of paunchy scoundrels and
Allow pot-bellied pigs to make
a machinery of you and unleash
Anguish on the people.
Your sound is not loud
In justice,
Their caprices maw you,
Leaving parity abated.

Your sound emits coated
Venom
The hands set to control you,
Tune you to their relish
Their crave to continue with you
Rides them to the deathly tracks
Of shame.

Ah! So intoxicating--
Power!
We cry to you this day
Oh gavel!

Let not your authority be
Swayed
But channelled to the dividence
Of democracy and not "pocketocracy"

Let it march above gluttony
Portrayed by our House members...
That the sound of justice, parity
And fairness will be heard again...Oh gavel!