Political Poem

November is the magic month
Every four years we give our trust
Our belief in process can be blind
If we are not careful, we will be in a bind
Promises given, promises lost
Who to believe and what is the cost
Lives could be lost to either famine or death
Make a wrong choice and we may have nothing left
Bravery is shown in all walks of life
People willing to die for toil and strife
Freedom is fleeting but fiercely desired
What is the cost? What is required?
Honestly, loyalty, Integrity lost
Can these values be found in public office?
Conspiracy theories rampantly abound
What is the truth? Where is the sound?
Options are given, some taken, some not
Choices are given, what is right and what is rot
Ballots, proxy, counts are taken
In the end, do the majority make it?
Some will feel vindicated and some will not
Hope will lie in the next cast of lots
Turmoil abounds and is never ending
Through it all we are constantly spending
Who knows where the next four years will take us
We the people have hope that it will not break us
Let us give voice to our hopes and dreams
Take advantage of opportunistic means
In our country the options are ours
Let us stand for something and reach for the stars
Hope isn't dead it has only been sleeping
Let it awake life is ripe for the taking