Forging political themes on this day where we can all go
and vote for those we think may do a better job than the
ones before them.
Although never knowing until they have been in office,
whether it will be true or not, taking our chances,
essentially hoping for the best, yet knowing we are all
human and filled with future mistakes.
Taking our votes, casting them into waters of politics,
hoping to catch hold of an honest and truthful person,
instead of one filled with lies of greed, creating
illusions all about the land.
Perfection never being part of the equation, we all do
just what it is that we can in this life.
A beautiful vision will always be marred in one way or
another, no matter how we try - for we are only humans -
not gods.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem