Confusion is the heart of stability
Stability is the heart and soul of insanity
It's going, it's going, what's going's got you gone
There ain't nothing' here so move along
When it rains it pours, it pours, it rains insanely
Logic is the strength of the truth,,, but the pain sees it all

-unknown-

I'm generally depressed; but this is darker than depressing

If this poem has nothing to do with politics, correct me if I'm wrong; then it sounds more like the tragedy of life.., a circle shrinking, to the point of extinction

--xx--
An antidote to a shrinking circle can only be a dilating spiral

somebody sang it out: The Goddess and the Weaver - a link:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y_zhZeRNfSg

warning: it's a pagan song
and the truth cannot be easily warded off: "the pain sees it all"