The Constitutional Cleansing

Ah, the Right-wing, self-proclaimed guardians of a past

they never understood but will gladly die defending

They burn books, wave flags, and scream for tradition —

tradition that is as dead as their logic,

and just as dusty

They want to return to a time that never existed,

because facing the present feels like facing a mirror

that doesn't lie—

and that’s more uncomfortable than their fragile egos can handle

Then, there’s the Left

A bunch of woke idiots who think their privilege

is a revolutionary act

Preaching justice while sipping overpriced lattes,

doing yoga in the middle of a crisis

they never had to survive

Their revolution?

unsolicited opinions and obnoxious narcissism

in the privilege of temperature-controlled rooms and affordable internet plans

where their self-righteousness is the only thing that’s loud.

Screaming for justice,

but too scared to do the real work,

because that would mean confronting the mess in their own heads

In the middle?

Oh, those glorious fence-sitters,

the ones who change colours faster than pastels in a child's imagination,

too afraid to take a side,

too obsessed with survival to care about principles

The Centre is like that annoying guy at a party

who tells you he doesn’t “really follow politics”

while secretly holding onto his own selfish little corner

of the status quo

They’ll swing with whoever wins,

because neutrality isn’t wisdom,

it’s cowardice with a smile and a corporate ethic

And here I am—

sipping my coffee,

watching them all destroy each other

while pretending they're saving the world

The Right slaughters everything,

clutching their flags like they’ll save them from the blood

The Left is too busy feeling outraged

to notice they're just as complicit in the system they claim to fight

The Centre?

Oh, they’re at the buffet,

pretending the music's still playing

while the whole damn place is burning down around them

But that’s the beauty of it —

politics isn’t about fixing the world

It’s about who gets to wear the crown

while the rest of us fight for crumbs

The Right screams about protecting a world that never was,

The Left moans to the wet dreams of a world that never will be,

and the Centre smiles,

collecting the spoils while the world around them crumbles

None of them want the truth

They all just want to be right —

and that’s the funniest of it all

The truth?

It's ugly, messy, uncomfortable

It’s doesn’t come with a shiny, filtered smile

You know what it is? 

A broken system full of broken people,

pretending their screams, their silence,

their fake revolutions,

mean anything other than

the inevitable end of the same tired story

But hey,

who am I to judge?

I’m just sitting here,

laughing at the whole damn thing,

because at least I know how this ends:

In fire and in ashes

And trust me, it’s gonna be a good one;

We'll call it The Constitutional Cleansing