Arlyn

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CONVERSATIONS
NO OTHER HANDS THAN OURS

Knocked out
I lay on the floor
stare at the ceiling
as numbers that don’t add up
float through my mind
It’s clear the voting machines
are called black boxes
because of their evil nature
A vote in
is not necessarily
a vote out
Sunshine does not penetrate
Democracy
lies in a pool of blood next to me
“Place a 911 call to the media” I yell
but their phones seem disconnected

Then all I have is you
Let’s show we count
Bring your flashlights
Together we’ll shine a beacon of light
Illuminate the truth
with an uproar of e-mails
letters, phone calls

I’ve no faith in a
questionable system
Faith is what I have in you


 

Copyright 2004 Arlyn Serber