LPiA-24 Nov. 5

[Tiger the Lion]

Let's Pretend it's April - Nov. 5
Rules: Write a poem for LPiA on the topic or form described. Each poem should appear as a New Reply to this thread. The goal is to, at the end of the month, have written 30 poems for the month of November. (or one, or six, or fifteen) Prompts may be revisited at any time. All members are welcome.

Topic : Write a poem inspired by an election. (preferably not the current one - no debate allowed during LPiA) 
Form : Any
Line requirements: 8 or more

Feel free to reply with comments or kudos as you wish. 

Questions?

[dukealien]

The Choosing


Before time had its start
before light was commanded
into being, long before
the firmament arose
they were...

not with existence yet,
their very atoms still committed
to more shining purposes,
their souls yet undivided
from the One, they were...

Elected.  Deep in future ages
when their parents came together
and their ghosts engendered
they would rise
though wailing at the start
only for air and milk
soon their especiality
would reify and deify.

Elect!  Unable to do wrong,
predestined and eternally
justified.

[RiverNotch]

In essence, every human
ought to be a monarchy
ruled entirely by some other.
However, every person

is an aristocracy
with the spirit master,
the soul devoted knight,
and the body servant.

Between friends or lovers,
one must be democratic,
all the power held
by the elder or beloved

fully volunteered. And here the structure
recurs, with progenitors despots,
neighbourhoods stratified,
and each city the equal

of any other.
For ethics, kings;
for aesthetics, lords;
for politics, electors.

Once rule is determined
by the depths of one's pockets,
once tastes are measured
by head-counts or sales,

once one man is granted
absolute power
over everyone else

while courtesy acknowledges
betters other
than the uncreated,

then the person is consumed
and the world collapses.

[CRNDLSM]

No one tells me what to do
No king committee or pope
No one else not even you
Gives me confidence or hope
What they say is good and true
That it's my duty to vote
It's my duty to choose who
Tells everyone what to do, nope.

[brynmawr1]

What kills me
is the protest vote,
as if
it's not clear
every vote is a dichotomy
it seems
the quickest way to die
is to stand
in the middle of the road
with what little shoulder
is offered these days.