The First Debate

Like gladiators, though in suits, They marched onto the stage, Their confidence or nervousness Impossible to gauge. The moderator welcomed them. The crowd gave their applause; And then we held our breaths, in hope Of seeing someone’s flaws. Their words lashed out, attacking, Modern weapons they were wielding; And both repeated errors – To the truth they weren’t yielding. We squirmed a bit at things they said And silently entreated, Encouraging our candidate To not act so defeated. The commentators waited ‘Til the battle reached its end And then declared the winner, Which supporters would defend. At home, we turned the tube off And, elated or dismayed, We wondered if the undecided Might have gotten swayed. With two more competitions Plus the VP’s set to meet, It’s too soon to determine Who will end up in defeat.