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Which Way Will We Go?
The stark reality of our collective fork in the road.
There’s no way forward, and no way out.
These “interesting times,” That’s what this is about.
We little folks simply have no clout.
All that’s left to us now is to holler and shout.
A political theater is playing out.
Contenders all painted with drama and doubt.
Red, white & blue. Acolytes devout.
All decency’s lost. It’s a fucking rout.
There’s no rain coming. We’re stuck in this drought.
It’s dirtier here than old bathroom grout.
Tired and bent, we face another bout.
Can’t hide behind this broken redoubt.
A lumbering fool? Or a big dumb lout?
Upon the beast’s neck like an Indian mahout.
Chaos runs rampant. Springs up like a sprout.
Decency’s been lost. We must go without.
Find a way back to love? Let us send out a scout.
A brave truth seeker, who follows their snout?
A paragon of trust, true facts they do spout.
