Posted in Magic 9

Elections

Humdrum buzz, unceasing prattle
stifles any cognizance.
Gathering like barnyard cattle
heading to the slaughterhouse,
we appear as mindless chattel.
Suddenly, as danger speaks,
hearts embrace the coming battle.
Far removed from somnolence,
we leave one less cage to rattle.

© Susan Schoeffield

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