The Fickle Dance of Progress

Title: The Fickle Dance of Progress

In the halls of the 2023 House,
Echoes of democracy’s sway
Resound with hollow promises,
As fleeting as the break of day.

724 votes, a chorus of hope,
Voices raised in resolute cheer,
Yet, behind closed doors, whispers lie,
An ocean of deceit appears.

Only 26 laws, a meager yield,
Like sparks that fade into the night,
The seeds of change struggle to sprout,
Snuffed out by shadows, hidden from sight.

With each stroke of the pen, a fragile thread
Weaves through the fabric of our world,
And in its knots, uncertainty thrives,
As our future’s destiny unfurls.

But still, we dream, ever hopeful,
That progress will thrive and persist,
For within these numbers, lies the power,
To shape our world with every list.

Oh, 2023 House, you bear witness,
To the paradox of power’s reign,
As democracy waltzes with time,
To compose a nation’s refrain.

Keywords: hope, democracy, deceit, change, uncertainty, power