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An election season poem

The time is nigh

To peck a note

Regarding the

Impending vote

 

The fifth of June

Mere days away

Signals the path

On which we’ll stray

 

Mayoral challenge

Is at hand

To elevate

Our city grand

 

We have a choice

Come Tuesday next

To sound our voice

In stark context

 

A privilege

Unlike men find

In governments afar

So blind

 

Where freedom holds

But fleeting dreams

Voices e’er squelched

By prisoned screams

 

Yet here we’ve garnered

Milksop style

As tough we’ve earned

Apathy’s smile

 

For, half of us

Will disregard

This honor bought

By honorguard

 

We’ll bar-b-que

Or wash the Benz

Ignoring all the while

Past trends

 

The daily lives

We hold so dear

Will cloud our vision

Through our fear

 

Our secondary

Greatest gift

The brave beheld

Now set adrift

 

And yet, it is

your vote, you see

Which dashes all

That’s tyranny

 

Your safeguard

In a world, astray

Where doom seeks others

Day to day

 

So off you’re a**

And on your feet

Out of the shade

And in the heat

 

Make plans, go now

To draw your part

Set down conclusions

Steel your heart

 

And act, upon

Election day,

Show confidence

And not dismay

 

Get to your precinct

Invoke your right

And sleep the peace

Of Freedom’s height

 

Keith Benoist

Natchez resident