a petulant sky hangs over our heads
like the dictators in Washington sit
in judgement over us all, deciding
our fate like parents might do for a
juvenile... and every so often we are
allowed to cast votes for those we
perceived as doing us no harm but
even they change their tune when
arriving at the nation's capital...
like fish in a bowl, we swim around
looking to be rescued from our
watery existence only to discover
that re-election is more important
than our safety and our future...
and the freedoms we have, tossed
out to us like table scraps, mean
nothing really since we can no
longer use them as was intended;
we slip and slide down a rabbit
hole of illusion as society tightens
is hold on our thoughts and actions
and we are left wondering what
kind of country are we living in.
January 7, 2024
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