Only Two Weeks Until the Poetry Salon

The theme is "Politics and/or...," which acknowledges that our themes are no Procrustean bed. I'm thinking a little W.H. Auden. Does this remind you of anyone?

Perfection, of a kind, was what he was after
And the poetry he invented was easy to understand;
He knew human folly like the back of his hand,
And was greatly interested in armies and fleets;
When he laughed, respectable senators burst with laughter,
And when he cried the little children died in the streets.