Let's fall in love
with the attackers,
After all, they aren't so bad.
They might maim, they might kill
But perhaps we can help them
As we surrender the keys
To our heart.
Once inside,
They disturb the rhythm,
Palpitations:
A beat skipped now and then
Pray there are no extras.
And while the heart falters
The accounts remain,
They have the flow
We have the dough.
From the ledgers
We turn to the ballots,
The masses have their say
Go to the polls and elect
When the votes are tallied,
We will count the benefits
Given to those
Who manage our campaigns
But every bargain has its end.
We'll want the keys back then.
They'll have copies.