The X Casting Poem by Francie Lynch

The X Casting



We should be hardened cynics,
Putting plywood on our windows,
Yellow tape around our homes,
Cautioned shouting,
Never doubting
Who is number One,
In a race that's nearly done.
The finish line's stopped moving,
We hope to be disproving
The infallibility of man.
And thus we sit waiting,
Anticipating chaos,
Spinning the wheels of commerce,
Leaving treadmarks on the innocents
Who needn't to be literate
To mark their X to obliterate.
Like a sniper on a mission,
With cross-hairs on the decision.

Thursday, November 3, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: armageddon,cynicism ,election
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Francie Lynch

Francie Lynch

Monaghan, Ireland
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