Commend Rather Than Criticize

A status, a tweet, a video posted,
All about candidates still getting roasted.
A twist and a turn, then add an insult.
One false move or eye twitch results in revolt.
Election time again, four years to complain
About what has gone wrong or stayed mundane.
“His fault, not mine,” seems to be our new battle cry
As we sit, wondering why.
Why now? Why America?
Why does this happen to us?
We lie, we spit, we blame, we cuss.
Yet to realize the error is of our own hand
The polls are power, take a stand.

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