Demon-it-is-e

It has us in its vice grip
Making us spin and trip
Filling all our thoughts
That is all we ever sought



Give it up, we are told
A cry rises from our soul
Yay and nay, the debate goes
Spewing venom and woes

Time will tell, we hope
Or another political trope?
All those sitting pretty and plush
Will they be completely flushed?

What about those squeezed tight?
Do they have any hope in sight?
And thus rages the debate on and on
That's how it grips us tightly in its arms

Demon-it-is-e
Demon it always is
We can't do without it
And not much even with it

Friends suddenly turn foes
Strangers smile as if they know
Something good from this churn
Let's hope we see as time turns.