The house was full
with the noise in range
shouting at one end
at the top of voice
over an issue unfamiliar
throwing things about
gesticulating in anger
coming near to a fight with fists
throwing shoes at each other
a collision in its he heights
a confrontation in its strength
Wishing to know which house it was?
it was the House of Parliament
where sessions go without any serious transactions
but work on some frivolous useless issues
wasting the people’s money in irrelevant arguments
and making the country rest without governance.
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