Our PDR Posse member, Thomas Czarnik, submitted a new poem for our enjoyment. His insightfulness is unparalleled. Check it out.
Eve of the Election by Thomas Czarnik
On the Eastern front, Ukraine’s explodin' Soldiers reloadin’, a frightnin’ forebodin’ You're old enough to vote but you aint a-votin' You don't want civil war, but what's that gun you're totin'? And even the Potomac may soon have bodies floatin' But then you tell me over and over again my friend That you don't care we're on the Eve of the Election That you don't believe we're on the Eve of Destruction. Don't you understand what I'm tryin’ to say? Can't you feel the fear that I'm feelin’ today? If Democracy’s destroyed, there's no runnin’ away There'll be no one left to save with the world in a grave Take a look around you boy, it's bound to scare you, boy But then you tell me over and over again my friend That you don't care we're on the Eve of the Election That you don't believe we're on the Eve of Destruction. Yeah, my blood's so mad, feels like coagulatin' I'm sittin' here just contemplatin' We twist the truth, we know no regulation Handful of Senators won't pass legislation And talk alone can't bring reconciliation When human respect is disintegratin' This whole crazy country is just too frustratin' But then you tell me over and over again my friend That you don't care we're on the Eve of the Election That you don't believe we're on the Eve of Destruction. Think of all the violence and voter intimidation Suppression and subversion, domination, discrimination You may leave here and live for years in a space station But when you return, it's the same old nation The poundin' of eardrums, the pollution and the litter You can post your hate and lies on Twitter Threaten your neighbor but claim you’re not bitter So why do you tell me over and over again my friend That you don't care we're on the Eve of the Election That you don't believe we're on the Eve of Destruction?