Surreal- For Sure
It feels surreal- this year that we have faced.
The start of a new decade should have been
uplifting with fine goals to have embraced;
instead, our country's in a free-fall spin.
Our land is so divided in its fight.
This past election multiplied the rift-
tween half our country's left, versus the right-
the tensions overwhelm a peaceful drift.
There is no place in our Democracy
for voter fraud to be dismissed- not fought.
When bribery commands bureaucracy-
as citizens, our freedom's surely wrought.
The future of each voter right's ideal-
unless amended, will live on- surreal.
December 15, 2020
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