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.

Written by Luis Lázaro Tijerina

Historian and a Poet from USA