Reid@YWP

Some people vote, but never think,  
Their choices shallow, quick to sink.  
They cheer and boast, with voices loud,  
But wisdom’s lost inside the crowd.  

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In a country that was once blue

It is now red

It is now scary

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Flood in

From different states

Battleground states

Is there blood there?

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Determine our country

this is not a poem. 

this is not a song.

this is not metaphor, a sonnet, an ode, not a ballad, a rant, not even a dream–

this is a plea. 

The sun hangs high, a golden blaze,
Filling the sky with unblinking gaze.
It watches over the land, fierce and bold,
Turning the ground to burnished gold.