"The question is," said Humpty Dumpty, "which is to be master—that's all."

-- Lewis Carroll, Through the Looking Glass

Humpty and Dumpty sat on a throne

Humpty the King, King's Country grown

Dumpty the Premier, an Anglophile queen

Humpty was blue and Dumpty was green

Two different hues but colourless, drab

They had got together for a power-grab

They ruled the roost but were poles apart

Though they were together right at the start

Humpty went one way, Dumpty the other

In between, Dandelion Grandmother

Carrying on with a great deal of jobbery

Which went on until the great Robbery

Humpty blamed Dumpty and his main lackeys

For their behaviour, which the public found tacky

Humpty’s team named the villains

Responsible for the missing billions

And the public responded with contempt

As the main culprits remained exempt

The country was in bits and pieces

The rotating fan got hit by faeces

And the public anger rose inch by inch

As the scam-hit economy began to pinch

Humpty threw Dumpty to the dogs

In the manner of all demagogues

And Dumpty did the same in return

And for the verdict they did adjourn

To all this bickering brattle

They agreed to have a battle

Like Tweedledum and Tweedledee

The result of which is plain to see,

What they got from this public scrap

Was a harsh and resounding slap

That sent them flying to the very edge

Both Humpty and Dumpty teetering on the ledge

Decisive and nasty will be their fall

To withstand which they lack wherewithal

And no matter what they seek as recourses

Not all the King’s NGOs and foreign forces

However much they struggle and strain

Will be able to bring them together again

By Vijaya Ariyarathna