An Unholy Triumph

The selection has come and gone With many congratulated for feign victories People's Will bashed as hope remains forlorn Though the grey fought with their voting power Yet they remain powerless Who dares decide for the ruthless, That solely gains dominance ruthlessly?. Just tell me; "If winnings come with cheering, why then is your victory bleak"? Why has it evoke dismay, and burns a rage in our minds There is calm in the land, but fire lays on the roof-top The country is divided at the birth of your unruly governance For the proclamation is at variance with our reality Therefore your unholy triumph conflict our assertions An imposter you are and an imposter you will remain! So as Sun is to the Day And the Moon to the Night For every ounce of downcast inflicted on the nation, upon your selection. Nature inevitably awaits.