Poetry: Election Dejection

The heat of summer
Fries the pavement,
Wilting flowers 
While sucking dry
Any ambient moisture.  

Election season rages on, despite this heat. 
Or the resultant drought. 
Or earthquakes in Iran. 
Or current economic troubles or triumphs.  
Election season rages on.

Lies pile onto lies,
Burying the Truth
Until the truth is no longer.

Mudslingers, naysayers, accusers, 
Political pawns willing to sacrifice their own morals
For a chance at 15 minutes of fame.
Or to be the next Sarah Palin.

Doesn't everyone want an obnoxiously colored bus with their name on it?

Local elections in July
Chase down independents,
Each one vying to get a vote
For their Favorite Cause,
Favorite Candidate,
Favorite Bill.

But no one stands willing to listen to others,
Engage in a real debate,
Reform opinions based on facts,

The lies of the elections
Pervade and Pervert 
That which they lie for.

The Preamble to the Constitution
Now tells its own lie.
We have no justice,
No domestic tranquility,
No common defense,
No general welfare,
For ourselves or our children.

The Bill of Rights
Now tells its own lie.
We only have rights
IF the government does not declare us terrorists.
One statement,
One word,
And we lose every right.

They say that Evil only prevails
If good people do nothing.
If good people look the other way.

What are you looking at now?

by Kathryn Patterson, 

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