Metamorphosis

Metamorphosis

With policies of the bluest hue,

You’ve imprinted your mark upon our age,

And now, I find myself likening you

To a caterpillar at pupa stage;

A chrysalis in hibernation state,

Watched and attended to with loving care,

And I’m wondering, what will be your fate?

Are radical changes going on there?

I say, with the deepest sincerity,

I hope you’ll burst from your hapless cocoon,

A picture of health and vitality,    

And with brand new wings you’ll fly away soon,

Leaving a vacancy there in your stead,

For an admiral, of the deepest red.