by William Skink

Are you enlisting in their civil war? Do you know what you’re fighting for? If the ballot flops and weeks become months will you demand the tanks eject the dunce?

Red hat warriors and black bloc rage sign up to rattle their pre-approved cage. Lawn signs bend as cold wind blows as smart phones track everywhere we go.

Your paper vote those frail hands touch, where is your faith when the numbers crunch? When lines are crossed what will you do when you jump in fear at the slightest achoo?

Sign up now, be the first in line, your side is righteous, the other side, blind. Do not waver, do not give in, you rise, exalted, while they sink in sin!