Under consistent rainfall
There were shadows
Apologising for slayings,
Politicians sat forward to cry
As rebellion rumbled
And change took the breeze.
We span into numbers
As rumours moonwalked
And money fires burned,
A scent of despair in the air,
Drawn on smiles
And populist illusions,
We did it and made it,
We were there when it ended,
Then we painted it better.