Encoded for progression,
eschewing predator’s claw
and cosmic toxin,
intuitively out and up,
from the clutches of ovaries
evil or benign,
spawned by the ravenous,
restless burning in our mind,
following the mos maiorum*;
of fraternity and freedom.
Nullified by legislated
and cyclical choice,
evincing disdain for
the flowering voyage,
nourished by blood,
and cultivated by sacrifice,
gifted to fools
by collective lethargy,
we still admire the talented, but
elect the incompetent,
with a spiraling
preference for manure,
in that empty
petition for grandeur,
out of step with decorum,
in the bewitching march
of ballot rhythm,
surrendering our right,
not to choose and to fight.
*(A Roman concept meaning “way of the elders”)
South African Elections: A Fool's Choice
David Carolissen
(C) All Rights Reserved. Poem Submitted on 12/13/2023
Poet's note: This poem was written when I was reflecting on the coming elections of 2024. It conveys my deep disappointment with our politics, and expresses my doubts on participating in the electoral process. In some way it is an indictment against us all as citizens, since we continue to elect the worst among us.
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Poem topics: evil, freedom, april fools, fight, voyage, mind, admire, march, choice, cosmic, roman, step, rhythm, choose, gifted, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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