The Election |
| by Jessica |
They say not to believe anything you hear
and only half of what you see
but how long can we ride the rods?
They try to alter our thoughts and notions
and it doesn't take much effort
because our shells have been eroded.
Perhaps the adaptation process went awry
and we are not progressing, but regressing
with each passing moment.
For there are more problems than time in which to solve them
and Murphy's always in the vicinity
but don't abandon the aspirations.
Rome wasn't built in a day
but could be destroyed in a second
which shouldn't worry you, but does.
We've developed insane beliefs,
lost all respect,
and found no comfort.
We should stop the cursory glances;
for once, take a good, long look
and maybe we will understand.
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