Election 2021
Election 2021
Sometimes I wonder and try to make sense of it all
Why do the corrupt get to stand and not fall?
Why does arrogance and pride continue
as the humble are stepped upon and trampled
like the dust under their pompous feet?
Wealth is squandered on meaningless things
while the hungry beg for some of their crumbs
Powers that rise remain to see another year.
Institutions meant to protect
become the very things
that destroy the innocent.
Wisdom comes with age and experience
The past sneaks in like a crack in the cement
It gets bigger and more pronounced as time goes on
Until the cavern is undeniable
You can no longer sweep dirt over it and hide it
Will justice prevail?
Will children’s lives matter?
Will the lives of those lost in an epidemic of addiction
ever be important?
Those that are poor in spirit…
Poverty of spirit is ravaged by greedy wolves
Those that can look the other way
They let the corruption caress their ears
They pretend not to hear
The cries in the streets
The cries in their newly opened graves
Yet another election and millions wasted
It will look good on paper
More wasted time… while the silver spoon
Gets passed around
The gauntlet of plenty is shared among the few
Will justice prevail?
The people have spoken once again
Will they ever really hear?
Written after the Canadian federal election in September 2021
Grace Daub September 22,2021
Copyright © Grace Daub | Year Posted 2021
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