The Election

We went into the election booth,

thinking our vote could make a difference,

but our votes were thrown out by election gangsters,

or found burning in a garbage dump.

We thought that the humble, printed word

could describe our hopes for a better life

in a tortured and divided country,

But we were gagged by the tyranny of the media.

A photo by Unseen Histories on Unsplash

We desired a country that breathed life,

A country’s government that would help us

to live life to the fullest in all its rugged simplicity,

But it was endless war and poverty we were given.

Cover Image Photographer: Steven Kirschbaum

Written by Luis Lázaro Tijerina

Historian and a Poet from USA