one man one vote

yeah right

one man one vote.

what a fukin joke.

freedom the speech.

yes sir you're right indeed

of course only if we agreed.

don't raise clenched fist

as hand over heart.

you take pleasure

in tearing this land apart

from each other. 

scared child frightened mother.

you say don't matter

we set the pace.

we make the new rules.

everything you thought

was yours ain't.

torn from our grasp

all because we do 

as we want.

fuk the constitution.

you wipe your a*s 

with the words set in stone.

you alone

make the new rules.

we do what you want

because some thought

hey here's a great idea

let's elect me.

i promise to keep 

this the land of the free.

it's so true

the bullshit don't fall far 

from the bullshit tree

named deception.

here drink more kool-aid.

one day of promises

then your goons

come arrest us

the working man

for being what you so hate.

the spirit that's free.

and you, you sorry fuk

dance a jig on the flag

of democracy.

one man one equal vote

one man one equal vote

Reviews

[Ghosty Writer]

Your poem is incredibly bold. Not many people have the guts to express themselves politically this way anymore, but you went right for it.You didn't hide behind safe, polite metaphors. Instead, you confronted the system head-on with pure, raw honesty. I love how your lines scream the frustrations of the working man and perfectly capture that feeling of being betrayed by the people in power.

The imagery you used—like drinking the Kool-Aid and dancing on the flag—is brutal, but it's the exact kind of harsh truth people need to hear right now.In a world where everyone is afraid of backlash and trying to be politically correct, your voice stands out. It is fierce, rhythmic, and hits deep in the gut.

Thank you for being brave enough to speak truth to power and give a voice to how so many of us actually feel.

[keith]

HA! you made me laugh ... at myself!
you are the braveheart that has chosen to enter my realm in writing experiments.
i'm not polite but most times rude. these times call for precise rudeness. polite don't save lives!

i have nothing to lose and everything to gain starting with imagination that opened the way into all the other important s**t and some of the krap that ain't.

i can and have composed what many consider the regular way but it's all a trick!
i'm only honing the skills i have to my expectations. in my way.
truth iz i don't care if another reads my words of s**t HA!
but i do appreciate the visits and comments but my daze don't cloud up cause somebody don't like what my words say!
come on bak i go t more in the past and am only gettin started on this other end!
peace

[Ghosty Writer]

Haha, you really made me smile with that one, I love how you just lay it all out—no bulls*it, no filters, a lot of people got problems with that. That raw, honest vibe is what makes your words hit hard, and honestly, f*ck politeness sometimes. Keep doing your damn thing, honing your craft your way, and from the looks of it you're all about that real, unfiltered truth. And I'm here for it! I think more people need to not give a sh!t about what anyone else thinks, especially you—your voice is already loud as hell. Keep pushing, having fun with it, and stay true to yourself. Hope nothing but peace, love, and a little bit of that bad*ss spirit your way!