The Duck Pond Splash Down

Do you vote in political elections?

I wonder what I am voting for? Do i truly know the individual whose name I cross? What are their aims, their reason to seek office?

Without these answers clear, am I simply being led down a pathway like some sheep?

To truly vote with passion, I need to be clear for whom a vote. What actions will they take, should they win. Who is better the devil you know?

Each candidate, I would question at my door, but none came.

How then to decide? Should I simply go by promises enshrined, by doctrine of its kind?

Is Green really green? I conservative going to conserve? How social do we get?

What I want for my country and my world, can they offer to bring change or simply be as helpless anyway.

Better to forge my own, bake it in. How would I even begin. Do vote my life to bringing change, surely the tide is too high to reverse the gains.

Democracy has its place. I beg for a world where everyone has their say.

In this age of digital. Can’t we each decide? Can we devote time to understand every switching tide?

Economics, Politics, War and Famine on a global scale. How do we balance needs of our own yet live with ourselves alone?

How to be fair on a global stage, when things seem tight at home. Do we give or do we take? How to balance needs?

Then to vote. What do I stand for? A feeling a desire for change? What I am prepared to sacrifice to see that change?

What changes bring the greatest good for all, whilst thinking of the future generations we also serve.

In the words of beauty queens, from Queens: I want world peace! Perhaps above all things. Don’t bring war to my door.

I’m too soft, too broken, too weak, to really sacrifice for changes. I seek my tribe, but can we work together?

I want democracy you see. To vote and see that count; for something. What that is can barely matter, as I have no control over myself, let alone wider as the world.

Too big these aims and thoughts make me shrink like the prune. I see myself as a tiny parasite with no power or special foresight.

Oh these things hurt my brain. Perhaps time to shrink back into my shell and forget the world for now. Tomorrow must take care of itself.

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If you go this far – past my rant. I reward you with the poem it made into being – a much nicer read.

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I wonder, what am I voting for?
Do I truly know the soul whose name I score?
What dreams do they chase, what ambitions they store,
In the quest for office, the push to the fore?

Without clear answers, do I tread
A path like sheep to the pen led?
To vote with heart, with fervor fed,
I must know the hand where my trust is wed.

Who is better, the devil known?
I'd question each at my doorstep, alone.
Yet none arrived, none sought my home—
How then to choose from the unknowns shown?

Should I trust the promises, written bold,
In manifestos, doctrines old?
Is Green truly green, can the cautious hold?
How social, how bold, should our stories be told?

What do I seek for my land, my sphere?
Can any offer change, or do they too fear
The helpless tide, high and severe,
That washes our hopes, year on year?

Democracy stands, in this I plead,
For a world where every voice can lead.
In the digital age, can't we all heed
The call to understand, to succeed?

Economics and politics, wars and drought,
Balancing the global with the without.
Do we give, or do we stoutly clout,
Balancing needs with a silent shout?

Then to the booth, what do I stand for?
A whisper of change, an opening door?
What sacrifices am I prepared to pour
For a future that's worth so much more?

In beauty queen prose, from Queens they quote,
"I want world peace," a universal note.
Keep wars from my door, let my fears float,
I'm too frail, too strained, in a sinking boat.

I seek my tribe, can we align,
To mold a democracy truly divine?
To vote and see that count, to intertwine
Our fates with a line that's both yours and mine.

Yet vast these thoughts, my mind they prune,
A tiny force under a vast monsoon.
Perhaps it's time to cocoon, resume
And let tomorrow's cares in tomorrow's womb.

Oh, these musings sting, my brain they tax,
Perhaps it's time to ease, relax.
Let the world spin without my acts,
For now, retreat, the future tracks.