Sonnet #4

Podiums are pounded with growing routine 
Cries of “stagnation!” And calls for “transformations!”
But the payoff for you and me is never seen
Unfulfilled promises of injustice to have restoration

Clamoring for power the parties rage
Rhetoric is filled with vitriol for the other
Hoping their name is draped across the stage
No consequences for power as justice suffers

And as they stab each other for power evermore
My neighbor becomes my enemy as hatred soars

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