I was reading some fine Irish poems by a fine Irish poet, William Butler Yeats, and I came upon "The Great Day."
Yeats isn't alive any more, but if he were I would have ventured a guess that he was writing about the nincompoops we Americans call our Senators.
The Great Day
Hurrah for Revolution and more cannon shot;
A beggar on horseback lashes a beggar on foot;
Hurrah for revolution and cannon come again,
The beggars have changed places but the lash goes on.