In Wonderland's domain, two morons stand, Watch Trumpledee and Trumpledum debate. Each claims the crown, the nation's fate at hand, Their voices raised, their tempers fueled by hate.
"’Twas I," says Trumpledee, "who won the race, The people chose my name, their voices clear." "Nay," counters Trumpledum, "I hold the place, The rightful leader, I, whom they revere."
Their followers, divided, clash and fight, While truth lies buried, lost beneath the fray. The looking glass reflects a fractured sight, A land where reason's light has gone astray.
Oh, Wonderland, ensnared in endless strife, When will you wake and mend your broken life?
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