A Foul Stench of Discord

Title: A Foul Stench of Discord

Amidst the political fray, where tempers soar,
A former spokesperson switched allegiances, no more.
Trump’s campaign lashed out with words so unfit,
Unleashing a tempest, a foul stench in their midst.

Once allies, now rattled by disloyalty’s piercing knife,
A bridge is shattered, trust devoured by strife.
In a battle of loyalty, grace was left far behind,
The stench of animosity taints the political grind.

Words like venom, spewed with heated ire,
An echo of anger, fueled by rancor’s fire.
Whispers of betrayal swept across the land,
Leaving bitterness and resentments to expand.

In the realm of politics, alliances come and go,
But the foul stench of discord seems to linger and grow.
What once was a unified front, now torn apart,
A lingering scent of division, a pitiful work of art.

Amidst the rhetoric, accusations fly, unabated,
Playing into a narrative fraught with hatred.
Yet, buried beneath the anger and disdain,
Lies the sad truth of a system left in pain.

As the echoes of discord continue to unfold,
The stench of bitter politics takes its stronghold.
May we rise above the filth, embrace unity with might,
And let the foul stench dissipate with the light.