While electorates around the world get ready for ballot boxes, politicians like traders in smoky tavern rooms at farmers’ markets, eager to strike secret deals.
“The room where it
Happened.
No one really knows
How
The game is played.
The art of the trade,
How the sausage gets
Made.
We just
Assume that it
Happens.
But no one else is in
The room where it
Happens.”
No one really knows
How the
Parties get to yessss.
The pieces that are
Sacrificed in
Ev’ry game of
Chessss.
We just
Assume that it
happens.
But no one else is in
The room where it
happens.
(lyrics: musical Hamilton)
By Jacob Gelt Dekker
Columnist for Curaçao Chronicle