Hope was a grape that lived on a long vine
And it needed tending from time to time
Water, soil, pruning away broken lines
To produce a fruit that tasted sublime
Many invested hard work…pieces of soul
A vision of better, days down the road
It appeared we had won, achieved our goal
Now the onus returns…an unjust load
We declared victory not knowing the score
Sold down the river…the choppy wave blues
Expecting so much…we should have got more
Than the barge “Sellout” and calls for more dues
Our “grape” is now sour, ‘tis raisined…withered
Hope left rotting, whilst Democrats dithered
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