A story I objectively nurtured.
It will be told by the future.
This is not a work of fiction.
It may stir up a little friction.
There was a black country.
Her politics, a dirty laundry.
Corruption was a popular chorus.
A polity persistently porous.
A senate president once lived...
an ambition acrobatically achieved.
He was an accumulation of antics.
His foes were forever frantic.
The man who saw tomorrow.
Wisdom whisked around his bone marrow.
He was politically ahead of time.
His ambition was his major crime.
Treated like an enemy of the state.
Big battles seemed his fate.
Though he was wanted dead or alive...
he was indeed a cat with nine lives.
