Selection Day
Selection day we have no voice,
selection day a lump’s in my throat;
Selection day two court jesters
argue over the final straw;
Selection day we are not ready,
selection day just the beginning;
Selection day we’ll wait in line
wondering and wishing for hope;
Selection day we have no choice,
Any option is just a delusion;
Selection of burgundy or oily blue;
Why can’t anyone live with purple?
Selection nonexistent in a rematch,
lightning isn’t supposed to strike twice;
Selection day mimics a time bomb,
selection day anticipating detonation;
Selection day on pins and needles
waiting on our country’s buzzword;
Awoken but yet forsaken this morning,
Selection day we have no choice.
Copyright © Melani Udaeta | Year Posted 2024
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