The Lake Isle At Election Time After William Butler Yeats The Lake Isle Of Innisfree Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

I will arise and go now, go to the polling booth,
and ink a small neat cross there, of hope not envy made,
spurn candid dates who’d eat their hats to soothe
the doubts that double in their cavalcade.

And I shall freer feel there, some peace of mind at last
offering a piece of mind behind the voting veil,
then watch the tally mounting, the votes cast thick and fast,
evening bringing rumour’s buzz full scale.

I will arise and go now, this red-letter day
the polling station’s trapping several score,
some early voted, some stand, wait to pay
respect to freedoms well worth fighting for.

I will arise and go now, avoid the Roving eye,
sore on Sauron beating round the Bush,
'I wrack, I ran' - his motto by and by -
his side-kicks give a well deservèd push.

No clothing budgets I'll expenses claim,
valued around one fifty thousand grand,
no Whitehouse railing raling Palin dame
gains my acclaim - nor any of that band.

Dreams are but dreams, who stands as guarantee?
touch screens retain no trace-a-bill-I-tease,
thus some die bold, untold their history,
to Diebold some fall victim, recount freeze.

I will arise and go now, to grow yet tow true line,
expounding on protecting liberties,
till filibuster free hope's sun shall shine
to 'B.O'r not to be change, progress sees.

Though tempted to add Alice voice for choice
of Wonderland Hearts' Queen and President,
all victory for common sense rejoice:
alas, I'm not a U.S. resident.