Golden Gates and Silver Plates

Is it just my imagination or are we all infatuated,
Had the world in our hands, traded and down graded,
Elated by what we created, brought it back; reinstated,
Yet nobody waited, just vacated to whats now hated.

See my words are like a drug, leave you heavily sedated,
Although belated, I've negated all things deemed related,
Two parties debated, then dictated what we've awaited,
Now it's all vacated; and reinstated like previously stated.

They built a white house just to hide those stars,
Wear suits to cover scars, take away whats ours,
They're the czars who smoke cigars, past the bars,
Their hands in cookie jars, five a gallon to fill these cars.

Were forced to choose whats right, pick; black or white?
Both promising that they might; won't, though it's alright,
Voting is our only *write* and we do so despite their spite,
With no future in sight, we shall incite the peaceful night.

So they should stop all that chatter, fix whats the matter,
Countries going bankrupt yet pockets somehow get fatter,
Pick; people or greed? choose the latter then they scatter,
I'm done waiting for mine to be served on that silver platter.

So for those who vacate and recreate what we imaginate,
The ones who conjugate to desecrate what they hate,
You're the real gods and we await at this golden gate,
Two parties debate and its them who control our fate.

Are we still the United States of America, or
have we become the United States of Embarrassment?

You tell me.