I'm tired
Of fake rainbows and fools gold
Of the best of intentions with little to no action
Of giant smiles through biting teeth

I'm tired
Of caring too much and not caring enough
Of either feeling helpless or hopeless
Of running myself in circles while not doing a thing

I'm tired
Of all the warning signs being there but no one seeing a need to warn
Of innocence lost and hope forgotten
Of lotteries with no winners, just losers

I'm tired
Of those with blame being held blameless
Of all the finger pointing but never introspective
Of an endless need to consider everyone's feelings while simultaneously no one cares

I'm tired
Of dishonesty from those in positions of power
Of distrustful actions from those we're expected to trust
Of money buying impunity

I'm tired
Of being too lazy to have patience
Of being part of the problem and not part of the solution
Of trying to deal with my paranoia when someone's clearly out to get me

I'm tired
Of endless waves of pity but never an open heart
Of technology connecting us yet making us less connected
Of the traditional definition of 'face-to-face time' replaced with things like Facebook or FaceTime

I'm tired
Of togetherness only after we've been divided
Of lives of youths spent by a misspent youth
Of tragedy happening without warning with clear warning signs

I'm tired

Of no one being able to agree and that's the only thing agreed upon

Election is not an Exam
Where you either Pass or Fail

Election is simply a Game
Where you either Win or Lose

Everything may not be fair in Love
But it's fair in War and Elections


So Go Ahead, Do Some Homework
Work Hard, Harder, Hardest

Make Promises, Sell Dreams
Shout Aloud and Scream


Spread Communalism
Spread Hatred

Invoke Violence
Spread Fake News

Lure the Voters
Buy their Votes

Manage the Media
Hide the truth

Distribute Guns
Have some Fun

Game of Election has a Rule
It States "Follow No Rule"

Divide Divide and Divide
Until it becomes Zero

By Hook or the Crook
Win, Win and Win

If you win then Boast
You were "Born to Rule"

Purple at the edges of the sky
Bleeding into strands of tide
Moves to where your eyes abide
When lips divide
In essence of the line
...Cool beans

Unsettled
Unsure
Underneath my composure
I cringe
I fold
I lose all sense of control

Time forces me past this dividend
But I still yearn between two ends

To find
To know
To somehow let it go
Or run
Or hide
Or burn it all inside