Rain pounds the awnings like Parliament,
a groaning, moaning opposition to the motion
outward into morning.
Rain rustles in the street like referendums,
dense, verbose, broken into articles,
footnotes, addenda, dog-eared.
Drop by drop,
a gavel cracks in a plastic bucket,
the ayes and nays tallied,
it seems the roof is leaking.
But in a narrow victory, by god,
the clarity of water has been struck down,
must needs repair is denied appropriation.

There are two roads for people to take here.
The first one full of Love, Peace, and Joy.
Is the road where you give even when it hurts,.
It is the one that is filled with friends and family.
It is also the one filled with great laughter also.
Sometimes they might be blessed with plenty of money.
This one may not have have plenty of money.
But they always have plenty of Love on this road.
The second road is fill with self , also Loneliness.
This road is filled with hate, cruelty at times here.
It is filled with greed , and selfishness also here.
This road is a long maybe finical rich road.
But rarely does this road has laughter or joy.
As for me I rather have the road of Love to take.