Election Poem by Chris DeAmbrose

Commercials scream at me to let me know
That election time is coming
Like a rooster's crow at dawn,
Waking feelings of division
Located in the abyss of our being
As our country segregates itself
Toward the mythical American dream of one country united
Under a paper green atheist God

Donkeys and elephants dancing through the streets
Red and Blue talking heads
Filling the airwaves with lies and deceit
Asking for my support
So they can bulldoze society with my permission
As they steal from the porch to give to the rich

So as I watch the smile
Attached to the face of the wolf in sheep's clothing,
I roll out from underneath the
Leather sole of the boot bearing down
Across my throat
I take in a breath of fresh air
Filling my lungs as I look up
And thank the Lord above
That He made me Canadian
As I exist in the chaos of this madness