Sonnet #1 Constitution
A mighty tapestry of a design, and yet has horrible holes to exploit. Originally purposed with intents benign, then infected with malice of dacoit. Holding the force to draw global envy, but fractured by a few freaks from within. Wealth of bills and legislative savvy, squandered pettily by our own kith and kin.
From the horizon, a ray of reform peeks, bringing the warmth of sincere promises. A rain of revolution can wash the reeks that has plagued our fundamental premises. The solid strength of people’s houses of hopes will mold our great nation’s miraculous scopes.