An Election Result

Some people were elected,
Forcing a change that needs a new perspective,
Flushing out the old,
And changing the drapes,
A process to correct the laws of primitive apes.

Dozens still die from forefather’s decision,
Sectarian violence,
Our enemy’s conviction,
To stay the course as Macarthur would,
Or to call it quits like Truman should.

Bush is confronted with that same choice,
Gone his control,
The house, the senate,
His party in tatters,
Forced to compromise on the political ladder.

To fail,
A lame duck takes hold,
And the word veto just gets plain old,
Deadlock stricken the spine of a nation,

As of today,
Six years past our sinking ship,
Violent U-turns,
A sudden temptation.

STOP!!!



Slow Down!!!



Think Together!!!



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