election dice
balanced
and weighed
in the light
of the year
plucked
and decoded
exposing
the fear
we look
at the pieces
the puzzle -
the plan
and sort
all the garbage
the best
that we can
nothing
is right
and nothing
is true
we wonder
exactly
just what
we should do
we turn
it all over
again
and again
do it
once more
then count
up to ten
we read
and we listen
to those
who know best
they all
contradict
and always
protest
so on
that big day
we'll all
roll the dice
and tick
in the box
without
thinking twice
Joy Weare,
3rd August, 2010.
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