A Fool and his Gold

From dizzied heights falling
Skyline at night
Prime time dangle and hype

Waltzing hand in glove
Goes a fool and his gold
Convention left in the cold

He had nothing Left to say
Right policies paid
Diplomatic tongues tied and hung

Leaving them high and dry
Party battle lines cried
Washed up on waves at low tide

Meanwhile armies marched
And from his balcony watching
A nation eclipsed from the sun

Kelly Ried