Election Time


Back home
We get the big picture
Yes, yes
All cogs in a wheel
But exiled down here
Torn to pick sides

When push comes to shove
Comes time to choose
Self or other?
Greed or comradeship?
Trust or terror?
Clarity enwrapped in mist

The right
Is in the wrong
The left
Is all that’s left
And often
A poor do at that

Left right, left right
Up, down, up down
Round and round
And round and round
And here we are again
And here we go again

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on August 18, 2017, in Poetry and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.

  1. No easy choices anymore, anywhere (whatever country). It’s come down to the lesser of two evils more often than not. Even then, how to discern?

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