In a chamber where debates fiercely flare,
An elephant's presence hangs in the air.
Silent and grand, in the room, it stands,
A metaphorical giant in political lands.
Yet, beyond the walls, unseen in the fray,
An orangutan watches, hidden away.
Absent in form, but present in thought,
In the tangle of discourse, it's subtly sought.
The elephant, a symbol, robust and clear,
Casts a shadow long, in the room so near.
Its silence speaks volumes, in the heated room,
A ponderous presence, amidst debate's boom.
The orangutan, though out of the sight,
Its spirit lingers in the political night.
A quiet observer, from afar it views,
The tumultuous scene, the varying hues.
Together they dwell in this curious dance,
One present, one absent, both left to chance.
The elephant in the room, solid and true,
The orangutan not, a hidden view.
In the realm of debate, where words are a tool,
Their presence and absence playfully rule.
A duo of metaphors, distinct yet akin,
In the art of politics, silently they spin.
