When I Vote

When I vote,
I am placing hope.
One ink stain after another.
On the hearts of strangers.

When I vote I listen to promises.
I listen to dreams.
Although I might not agree.
What can we do facing this

Enormous monstrosity.
If I vote for my grandma.
Is that a vote ?
Like throwing my voice in a grinder.

Or a shining glimmer of hope.
Can we think differently ?
Can we maintain civility ?
Or will we burn from both ends of the rope.

The bells of freedom ringing.
The widows of war on dope.
The pigs are in the pantry.
My soul is weeping, when I vote.

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