The Election

Will the election be by natural selection,
or, contrived spin to usher in
not one who is superior, whose
interior motives or spiritual votives
rise above, guided by His love; but, inferior,
choosing what is less than best, lest the
worst wrest coveted power away.
Power for the hour is sought, thought
to be bought, so, for buyer wrought
dreams and schemes to be fulfilled -
not killed for four years more, now
keeping score - revenge galore is
planned - of a kind that will
bind a better chain on us, of course.
Coarse bound chains not freeing, but
found enslaving us, caving in
hopes begun to grow, now we
know in this age, the devil's
latest rage is always a better
cage - one especially designed
for our times, we resign, give up.
Give it up - live it up - express your
liberty by license, use common
sense cause its a hoot to think
absolutes given then, are binding,
when we all know what's thought
now is how to move, to groove,
to blindly feel your way along.
Break out the bong, and give strong
aid, through hazy laid inducement
to bring about a reduced bent toward
reason; for it's the season of
feeling, realling through emotion
to commotion mistaken for
awakened comprehension, feel the tension.
Reason's not the ration this nation must
lean on either; revelation's the means-
by God's Spirit to weather this
moments foment of dark delusion -
we need a genuine fusion of
person to Person, human to divine,
to find the line we all must walk.
So, when you talk of politic, don't be
so quick to stick with the schtick
that's laid on you by people paid
to make you think they'll lead us to
the brink of Eden, cuz' politic's Eden
will be needin' weedin' - listen to the
Host's representative to help you see
what to belive. Then, follow the Revelation!