Electoral College
When I was founded, I worked.
I was never supposed to be used after I stopped working.
I am broken, people.
I am discouraging voters.
Why bother to vote when your vote consistently never counts?
Each person should have the same vote weight.
One person, one vote.
I am breaking the spirit of your country.
You thought you were a democracy.
You were told that; it is what our soldiers fight to defend.
Now you know we are a republic, and you are so sad.
Popular vote makes sense now. It could save you.
Abolish me, please.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2018
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