In politics' twisted game, where shadows reign,
Reflections distort, and fractured rainbows stain.
Prism glasses warp reality's view,
Reducing lives to silhouettes, truth obscured anew.

We wear stained glass masks, fragile and worn,
Concealing inner gardens, where love is torn.
Politics of pain divides, and fear takes hold,
But self-awareness unlocks unity's tapestry to unfold.

Politics of division fuels the tempest's roar,
Yet soaring above, we find hope's brighter shore.
In each other's eyes, a mirrored love shines bright,
Transcending politics of difference, in pure delight.