Illusion of Choice
A voter craves their representation,
Someone who can embody their nation
As they believe it should be. They make pleas
That push toward greater equalities,
Calling for consensus sympathies—
To build our empathetic relations.
A voter wants to be their creation,
A catalyst for governed salvation.
They want to think they can come to appease
The public—which is always ill at ease.
They disregard their lack of expertise
And force opinions by accusation.
Of course, the other side states the same thing,
And politics descend into nonsense.
It becomes a game of waspy offense—
Two sides aggressive for the deepest sting.
Victors will change nothing—left or right wing.
If only to keep voters in suspense.
They argue again in vapid pretense,
So what does our illusion of choice bring?
poem by Tim Stensloff
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