Betty Janko Poet Sonnet

When the Shouting Stops

You can’t blame God for this fiasco
Only mankind could dream up this scheme
Politics has never been so low
It’s very hard for truth to be seen
Faith in our system’s gone from good to none
Our eyes blinded, and our spirits broke
Once all the mudslinging had begun
Whatever they said became a joke
Get out, cast a vote because we must
Even if you would rather say no 
Whatever the outcome, we’ll adjust
Search for the truth as forward we go.


How will we be seen by others, I ask
Let’s pull together and rise to the task.

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CayCay Godwin October 11, 2016 at 2:24 PM I was once a proud American, but for years now my pride has see-sawed until just recently when it fell flat on hard ground. One who will keep everything on the same 'ole disaster course and one who would HAVE to be curtailed by congress. Where oh where have all the good politician's gone? Gone to selfish agendas, every one. Obviously, an effective poem for me, Betty. CayCay

Betty Janko October 11, 2016 at 9:59 AM I rarely voice my opinion, and never my voting preference, but felt compelled on this one. I will only say, when asked what I think, "If mud is supposed to be good for the complexion, why don't those two look better?" No matter who wins, we do have 4 more years to come up with hopefully sounder choices. God help us all. Chin up America, put a clothes pin on your nose, and vote! Your opinion matters!