The Elect
Election…
…again
The masses are called to the public square
Pilots post candidates
Pundits peal their parlance
The public primarily pares them to Barabbas and Truth.
Barabbas wins again,
Promises to slash and burn, cut everyone to size
Make things great again!
Truth whiplashed, double crossed and crossed off hangs in the breeze of Golgotha,
Sighing seven sorrowful seeds of salvation.
Should they ever sprout again,
Hope’s everlasting grandeur awaits…
…again
The elect.
©Gerardo Perrotta
3-15-2016
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