The brittle promise of some souls
Who seek the power to control
Must be exposed for hidden holes
And wells of greed both new and old.
Elections are the bane of time
For things are said to garner votes
And truth is kept in covered grime
And facts are lost in crumbled notes.
Where are the noble ones to serve
To be the greater-good for all?
We need the gift of grit and nerve
To stop the inner hateing wall.
Has our republic run its course
With nothing left but yells and shouts?
We need compassion to divorce
A Life of lies and clouded doubts.
Our difference is not our strength
It’s tolerance that makes us great.
Then liberty will have its length
And justice too will resonate.