We are led by the people we choose.

We vote – and ‘they’ win or lose.

We live – and expect the best.

We find that they’re just like the rest.

 

We do it again and again.

Almost with utter disdain.

Electing a person with merit?

A legacy we didn’t inherit.

 

We are about to choose.

The battle played out in the news.

Be careful with that pen.

Before we all lose again.

 

 

© The Secret Poetess, May 2017

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