The Test
My, My, what a mess,
who will win,
the ballot test?
Can they make good,
on the promises made,
or into the abyss, they fade?
Will God be allowed,
shall truth be heard,
or just meaningless words?
Will the borders serve a purpose,
or remain just a word,
and able to cross, as if a bird?
Will factories flourish,
and our jobs secure,
or simply obscure?
Cold hard facts,
we must be told,
some things we should know
Copyright © Christy Hardy | Year Posted 2008
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