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Party Blues

Does it really matter who's President
     Raggedy Ann or Andy?
Great promises are made, but after
voting is complete, the lies become
quite concrete, cementing our future
that applies to both parties of deceit.

Sept. 2, 2018

americapoliticalusalight verse

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Kurt Ravidas

May 15, 2019 at 4:12 PM

Thank goodness, I'm a world away from politics, preferring poetry. For example, yours, Connie)

Swetha Vangaveti

January 28, 2019 at 9:45 AM

Politics, politics everywhere Promises are the same here or there.

Vladislav Raven

October 20, 2018 at 3:06 PM

Hi Connie, so true, it doesn't matter, for they all lie. The big promises, they get into power and then, they do an about turn on the promises or swear they never made them. It's the same everywhere. Well penned my friend. Have a wonderful weekend. Hugs....Mike. XX

Connie Marcum Wong

October 20, 2018 at 4:21 PM

Thank you Mike. Wish I could transport myself to Scotland to see the leaves change color. I would treasure fall. Blessings, Connie : )

Duke Beaufort

October 11, 2018 at 12:36 AM

There have been more fabrications. I think that is what Trump was referring to during campaigning as his construction program.

Lewis Raynes

September 13, 2018 at 8:57 PM

spot on unfortunately, doesn't really matter which country either, good write

Warren Doll

September 5, 2018 at 1:28 PM

Sadly, this happens every election cycle. Why do we allow it to continue? "That applies to both parties of deceit" What a truthful line, Connie

Nette Onclaud

September 3, 2018 at 2:51 PM

thought-provoking read which makes me really believe that this world of politics can deceive us, connie... well done!..huggs

Paul Callus

September 3, 2018 at 1:43 PM

Politicians depend on promises for their votes, but if they don't deliver, it is up to the voter to make sure that they don't get elected again. It is a pity that often there is not much to choose from! Regards // paul

Chris Green

September 3, 2018 at 11:32 AM

Politicians are politicians, no matter who they are or what side they profess to stand on. It is always all about them and never about us...you know, the voter. : ) Nicely said Connie.

Charlie Smith

September 3, 2018 at 11:28 AM

"Term Limits" for all of them, good one Connie...

John Lawless

September 3, 2018 at 7:35 AM

....OH-OH---now you've gone and ticked everybody off......they use "blinders" on horses to keep them from seeing what's going on around them and to focus them in the direction they want them to go...sorta like political rhetoric...

Mystic Rose Rose

September 3, 2018 at 5:15 AM

Yup, that is how it goes. That is why I don't follow politics too closely. I don't discuss religion nor politics with anyone. Nice rhymes and rhythm dear Connie. Have a great day.

M. L. Kiser

September 2, 2018 at 11:07 PM

I think you hit your mark with that arrow! Excellent statement about politics; so true. Well penned.

Tim Smith

September 2, 2018 at 10:29 PM

I totally agree...to much greed

Rico Leffanta

September 2, 2018 at 9:14 PM

There is an HUGE difference, e.g., if given only the choice of bringing home to mama Donald Trump or anyone else, who would you choose? Even HRH would prefer Davey Crockett to Trump! Bonne chance! Aloha! Rico

Andrea Dietrich

September 2, 2018 at 8:17 PM

So true, Connie. WAs this for a contest? Typo on promises.

Connie Marcum Wong

September 3, 2018 at 12:38 PM

No, I just get so tired of the political scene. I never write about politics or discuss it, but this short poem just came to me and thought I would share it. Thanks. : )

Arturo Michael

September 2, 2018 at 6:42 PM

Truly blues we'll be singing no matter who wins or lose...All the best Connie

Vijay Pandit

September 2, 2018 at 6:17 PM

Politics of today deserves no respect...we know it so well, but we vote for them anyway. Your poem shines the light..perhaps there is another way. An apt theme, Connie..given the elections soon.