I am not well.
The kingdom is balancing on the edge of the cliff
Of the rift
Provided by a madman and a hypocrite
I don’t have a grip on the venomous slips and the whispers
Of the candidates
I don’t know where to put the children when the fall-out begins
November 8 is the determinant
Of my country’s status
But I can’t find it in me to practice the art
That is controlled breathing
Their words should have more meaning to me, but hopefully clinton can pull through
Or else trump will gain enough leverage to level up
I choose to vote for Pete’s sake
For that hope that comes when there’s no food
On this country’s plate
For the broken down churches and the rent that’s due too late
I hope someone can help us fix that
Or else the bones buried underground will start to clack
And no one wants that
No one wants shattered glass
Hope is the fragile thing
And hope don’t always last.
Catherine, 19, attends Georgia State University-Perimeter. Photo by Rebecca Jeltuhin, VOX staff.
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