SuffrageA Poem by cor.empireA werewolf under the lamb's skinI drove along toward another old town, in a roasting asphalt road under the scorching sun. is the resource properly allocated or does this come from sponsorship? I saw picture perfect images posted, banners that are mounted. Old and new aspirants alike, wearing tailored smile and dressed in white. like an ice cream vendor on the street, chasing children to savor the treats. Many are visible, showcasing the unattainable. Reciting the pledges, Concealing the weights and wages. starting off their altruistic display, afraid to stain their plea. recounting the past good deeds, promises with no guarantee. Intentions seem so true, masquerading like a harmless foe. like a thirsty werewolf hiding under the Lamb's skin, ready to devour and gulp down for the billings. the night of land slide victory, victimizing begins.
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