Election 2021

Election 2021 Sometimes I wonder and try to make sense of it all Why do the corrupt get to stand and not fall? Why does arrogance and pride continue as the humble are stepped upon and trampled like the dust under their pompous feet? Wealth is squandered on meaningless things while the hungry beg for some of their crumbs Powers that rise remain to see another year. Institutions meant to protect become the very things that destroy the innocent. Wisdom comes with age and experience The past sneaks in like a crack in the cement It gets bigger and more pronounced as time goes on Until the cavern is undeniable You can no longer sweep dirt over it and hide it Will justice prevail? Will children’s lives matter? Will the lives of those lost in an epidemic of addiction ever be important? Those that are poor in spirit… Poverty of spirit is ravaged by greedy wolves Those that can look the other way They let the corruption caress their ears They pretend not to hear The cries in the streets The cries in their newly opened graves Yet another election and millions wasted It will look good on paper More wasted time… while the silver spoon Gets passed around The gauntlet of plenty is shared among the few Will justice prevail? The people have spoken once again Will they ever really hear? Written after the Canadian federal election in September 2021 Grace Daub September 22,2021