In a land where politics treads its path,
A group emerged, the Obidients, with wrath.
Their voices loud, their convictions strong,
But their actions, alas, went awfully wrong.

The Labour party, once a force to reckon,
Now faced defeat, their hopes were second.
Intimidation, insults, cyberbullying at hand,
The Obidients struck with a bitter command.

With fervor and passion, they fought the fight,
But blinded by rage, they lost their sight.
Attacking dissenters, with venom they spat,
Their influencers urged them, stirring up combat.

Yet the election slipped from their grasp,
The people spoke, their choice in a gasp.
Blaming rigging, they cried in despair,
But failed to reflect, to truly be aware.

For victory is earned through humility's grace,
Not through division and a hostile embrace.
Inwardly one must look, to learn and grow,
Accepting defeat, with grace to bestow.

Oh, Obidients, heed this somber tale,
Let not your anger and bitterness prevail.
For unity and understanding pave the way,
To build a future brighter, come what may.

Learn from mistakes, let wisdom be your guide,
To heal the wounds and bridge the divide.
In the realm of politics, let respect be your creed,
And sow the seeds of unity, in word and in deed.

For true strength lies not in forceful might,
But in the ability to listen and unite.
So, Obidients, rise above the blame,
And strive to rebuild, in a different frame.

Let this defeat be a lesson profound,
To seek common ground, where harmony's found.
For in the end, it's not just victory we yearn,
But a nation united, where all voices can learn.