When it comes to directives, maybe it’s more about
perspectives.
No truth in the booth
An acrostic selection
on the pending election
Conflict and chaos send voters awhirl,
As contrary claims are debunked, truth
grows muddled.
No ballots are counted, but we’ve come
hinged.
Don’t we know better by now?
It’s clear the world’s gone topsy-turvy.
Debaters dig deep for dirt, and vice-versa.
Ask anybody. Even the future’s door is
turned upside down.
Time for a reset. We’re not gonna find a
Savior on the ballot.
Everything changes when we realize this isn’t
really our home.
Suppose we remember the Lord isn’t running
for President.
c2016 by Linda Ann Nickerson
This poem was posted
in response to these prompts:
31 Days
of Poetry and Writing: Write about some change in your life which came
about because you opened a door. (29)
31
Writing Prompts: If you could go one place in the world, where would it be?
(29)
OctPoWriMo:
- “upside down” – with “topsy-turvy,” “vice versa,” “contrary,” “unhinged,” and
“muddled” – ACROSTIC POEM (29)
#OctPoWriMo
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