Pressure

Society's Plight Kills the weak of heart
It leaves people strewn and torn apart.
Bit by bit both sides pull the string
That makes the ominous one sing.

Each passing day turned into 3 years
full of tears and fears
Yet mostly full of radicals racist cheers.
One more year of torture and pain
then it is the voting game.

Seems to me we're better off with naught
Since each side can be bought
here's a lesson that can be taught
The truth should always be sought.

Media has a dirty role
sometimes they contaminate the poll
Media also likes to play the troll
Even when they rip the toll

Yet this year might be a treasure
Even though we're all under pressure.


©2019-2021 by M. Robbins

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