Political Unrest
Political Unrest
Written: by Tom Wright
2-20-2020
On a stage in Vegas for the latest debate,
Stood Democratic combatants, two less than eight.
On stage to get our vote and hopefully donate,
Them devouring each other tended to frustrate.
Because political hearts harbor so much hate,
Each time someone spoke the remainder would berate.
To each others ideas none seemed to relate,
My mouth became dry and I had need to hydrate.
I didn't see it all because the hour had grown late,
But capitalism and socialism won't conflate.
The lesser of two evils will be on our plate,
Before voting time arrives, pray and contemplate.
I’ll lay party aside and vote for the person who
matches up closest to God’s word.
Tom
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