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(I wrote this PRIOR to the election, but many of the same questions remain)

I cannot tell you where I stand,
I don't know what to think,
Our beloved country, USA
Is standing on the brink.

The candidates for POTUS
Are questionable, at best,
And I cringe to think what each might do
When they're finally put to test.

See, one is spreading vitriol,
The other lies at length,
And their affinity for bickering
Just saps our nation's strength.

They seem to have forgotten
They're supposed to be our "voice",
And the selfish aims they represent
Just further clouds our choice.

I've never been more worried
About the future that's in sight,
And what our votes may bring about,
Whether leaning left or right.

I'm beleaguered for my children,
And for my grandkids, too,
For this eventuate selection
Will impinge on all they do.

The problems that we're facing,
As a people and a land,
Have never been more critical
Than the issues now at hand.

Our economy and human rights
Are balancing on edge,
And terrorism spreads unchecked
As the caliphate is fed.

New racial tensions plague us,
Foreign policies are unclear,
Immigration needs attention,
Health insurance crises near.

Our defense systems are ailing,
Our penal system weak,
Our cyber systems vulnerable,
And crime has reached a peak.

Our preference is for party lines
Over unity, of late,
And it seems we've traded kindness
For animosity and hate.

Never in my memory
Has this country needed more,
A leader with true character
And integrity at their core.

Yet as we enter crunch time
The lesser evil seems the choice,
For our votes will have no confidence
As we lack a steadfast voice.

I wish our path was clearer
As election day draws close,
And I wish I could be hopeful
For the land I love the most.

So, I'm praying for a miracle
And a light to shine the way,
But I fear we're at dear mercy's sake,
For our beloved USA.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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Date: 1/5/2017 5:24:00 AM
Greg, nothing is as it seems but everything is as it should be. Down here we are in the mire. This baboon has 7 wives the education of a 10 year old and the corruption charges are over 700, was indicted with a rape charge and refuses to bugger off. South Africa is now trash cash and the whites are being exterminated. Heres to Trump..
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Jannie Breedt
Date: 1/5/2017 1:24:00 PM
It aint over till the fat lady swings he he
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Gregory Richard Barden
Date: 1/5/2017 5:55:00 AM
So sorry, my friend ... I have a pharmacist friend who is from South Africa, and while he adores his homeland, he fears for it's future, and doubts he'll ever return.
Date: 12/19/2016 9:43:00 AM
I have hope but along with that are many doubts.
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Gregory Richard Barden
Date: 7/23/2017 10:16:00 AM
Indeed, Tim - well-said, my friend.
Date: 12/19/2016 7:58:00 AM
A very well written poem representing in pure rhyme the glaring reality ... Even here too, we, at home, in tea stalls, in market have been discussing this issue with concern ... a great write ...
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Gregory Richard Barden
Date: 12/19/2016 9:16:00 AM
Thanks so much, Probir ... very much appreciated!

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