The Disputed Polls

Title: The Disputed Polls

In rage, Trump cried, “This poll’s a sham!”
His fury, unleashed, just like a ram.
For Haley’s closeness stirred such alarm,
Bids dominance farewell, causing harm.

But truth be told, the numbers don’t lie,
Competitors inching closer, oh my!
A fragile truth, a glimmer, a spark,
Reshuffling the deck in this political arc.

Yet some see through this turbulent haze,
Questioning the poll’s mysterious ways,
Is it a scam? An attempt to deceive?
Or a glimpse into reprieve?

The battleground tightens as the race proceeds,
Each step fought for, no room to concede.
Trump’s cries are heard, but will they sway,
Or shall Haley persist, racing all the way?

A nation watches, divided yet engaged,
Examining the poll as their minds are staged,
For in these numbers, a narrative blooms,
A forecast of change or smoke-filled rooms?

As the poem unfolds, let the story unwind,
The question remains: what truth will we find?
In a world of politics filled with tricks and scams,
Seek the truth amidst the electoral jam.