Even with
The sorry lack
He in the capitol arena
He refuse
To beg for change
As riddled with ballots
From a stone throne
Presumed in a sense
As the free mark it
To mock a difference
In hour damn nation
Weather staying qualm
Or carrying on
As beheading
The wrong direction
Right
That’s going to work
Like pulling jobs
Out of a hat
Railroaded
And Rand over
Take
You’re choice
Taking liberties
Wear ever
Whatever
Left
Dying
With boots on
Won’s neck
And arms flailing
In the heir
Violins playing
US again
And masses cry
Weight
For some guardian angle
Following-lite
30 seconds and never the goaled
Promising silver ballots
For the monster knock off of your choice
The leaser of two evils
Billed on platforms not worth one read assent
Rhetorical quests in
Skirting half the populace
Out flanking the body politic
And the only deliverance
Is backwards male junk
Ridden on drossy stationary
Acceding Stepford lives
Androids answering robo calls
Buy passing any hire power
Rebutting humanity
Like sum tally whacker
Awl to govern us
Violating our hides
Out ranking privates
Another poll taken
As nations pawned
And questions razed
From the dread
The answer
Lies
Before us
And incite us
The time is now
To re-wind
These vane choices
Truly bearing
As wee
Vote with our feat
And in-F-able arts
De-serving
More than one date a year
Arrest of our daze
Courting flaccid elections
Feudal proposals
And tickets beyond won’s means
Soully to forge more candid dates
And over power
Our faux
Never miss lead
It’s election day! This election poem captures the perennially popular cynicism concerning politics, particularly electoral politics, and issues a call for a more encompassing path to redress our collective grievances and embody our shared hopes. In short, this entails year-round civic engagement where citizens vote regularly by putting some skin in the game and pouring their hearts into public life. This sort of direct democracy leads by representing ourselves boldly and honestly to one another, backed up by whatever integrity we have in our lives. We get the democracy we deserve. Or, in this case, we get the democracy we de-serve. We stop serving power structures and start serving one another. This saps the top-down power so fraught with abuse and alluring to those more interested in governing others than governing themselves. There is no patchwork of half-truths that can stand without the consent of the governed. Elections are largely contrived of narrow choices pandering to the powers that be and offering mere styles of the status quo. If we settle for a democracy that only works a day or two a year, and barely that, then we should adjust our expectations commensurately. Though this is not the only choice: hemmed and hawed candidates or non-participation, not voting. Whether you vote or not — and I think you should make such a modest investment of time — the body politic is not formed in a day or two. What we do the rest of our days is decisive. Work, shop, consume, die may be one way to go, but what price do we pay for our “free” time. Free people live and give freely. Free people are the freedom the want to see in the world; they are not waiting for license from others. I like the saying: activism is the rent I pay for living on this planet. I occupy this planet first, am a member of the human race second, and a citizen of a particular political jurisdiction/shopping zone thirdly. If we unabashedly order our lives according to our deepest values and priorities, the sheer existential force of our lives will champion our planet, give rise to a cherished humanity, and even create a firewall against bullshit politics mistaken for a fertile common-wealth. Of course, like they say, freedom isn’t free. Being change in the world will exact a price. And while you may only get what you pay for, there are untolled pleasant surprises along the way. The only real question is how much are you willing to pay, and how much are you willing to play?
