In the Halls of Congress, a crashing scene unfurls,

In the Halls of Congress, a crashing scene unfurls,
Hunter Biden’s presence, reality all swirled.
His actions, a spectacle, his family a circus ring,
A cracked reality, to the public it shall cling.

The spotlight shines bright, unveiling each facade,
As whispers spread, like a lightning rod.
A murky path of corruption, secrets on parade,
It’s hard to discern truth, amidst this charade.

Through the smoke and mirrors, the show goes on,
The audience restless, crammed till dawn.
But amidst the chaos, a carnival of dismay,
The bond of family, facing disarray.

The ringmaster dances, pulling strings behind the scenes,
Hunter’s follies, haunting like forbidden dreams.
Oh, the tangled webs we weave, for all to see,
As this circus unfolds, its chapters yet to be.

But amidst the uproar, let’s not forget humanity’s plight,
For beneath the surface, lives are still in sight.
In this theatre of political warfare, let compassion reign,
Let unity replace division, and alleviate the pain.