PISHKUN
Not quite like sheep,
our leaders are decoys
dressed like us, agile
with words that taste good,
but lack the seasoning
that gives feed strength
and we are grazing.
They all have that
same look in their eyes,
showing shallow puddles
like children telling lies
and we want to believe
them. We turn to face
ourselves, wander off
in twos and threes, get
small from the herd
and all the clichéd calls
for a better tomorrow.
My protest poem with six more days to go. Ad campaigns that all say the same thing: NOTHING! I'm afraid my absentee ballot is going to have a lot of blank boxes - so disappointing when times are tough.