A mystery pure, like ale, which doth shroud,
JFK’s secrets, whispers in proud crowd.
His image radiant, yet actions stealthy,
A brew-birthed distrust in governance, healthy.
Upon the scroll, of Israel's latest strife,
Hamas, their deeds, hath stirred up Arab life.
Like wine, the anger through the masses ran,
'Gainst Israel, the U.S., and their own clansman.
Now Biden's cup, brims forth with endless woe,
Ukraine, China, Israel, a bitter brew doth flow.
Two wars do pull, like drunken lords in fray,
His focus from the re-election's sway.
