Tell us the truth by telling us a lie.
Draw us a picture of an empty fucking sky.
Show us the left by taking us to the right,
a contrarian speaking blinded to our sight.
Gather they said, come listen with intent,
paid our money and this is how it was spent.
Empty promises echo across the crowd,
nonsense and vagueness so fucking loud.
Taking these moments in and taking notes.
This is convincing us not to even vote.
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Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
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A fave for how well written this is. It is quite clear what this refers to and seems to apply quite well.
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