Politics

range through the moment
stop at the yellow line
wait for a heaven-sent sign
glowing halo illuminated, behind

words strewn, auditory overload
scattered, renewed, sowed
careless whether the seeds
garners nothing more than weeds

no one to pluck the discord
form a cohesive rhythm
choosing a reigning lord
for a gargantuan system

politics of the people
trolled by sheeple
addition of new words
controlled by nerds

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Categories: Poetry

1 reply

  1. Sorting through the rhetoric of politicians can become a lifetime waste of time.

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