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Kamala and Donald's America

Kamala and Donald's America

In the shadow of a barn,  
where whispers of rebellion once stirred,  
the air thickens with echoes of hooves,  
cloven and heavy,  
trampling dreams into the mud.  
The banners wave,  
their colors bleeding into dusk,  
as slogans hang like fog,  
cloaking the truth in a haze of loyalty.

Under the watchful gaze of a painted pig,  
promises glisten like dew on poisoned grass,  
each word a silken thread,  
binding the hopes of the many  
to the whims of the few.  
A revolution, they said,  
but the wheel turns,  
crushing the fragile underbelly of freedom,  
as the familiar faces morph,  
wearing masks of change,  
yet revealing nothing but hunger.

Kamala stands at the forefront,  
an image of progress wrapped in power,  
but her voice echoes in chambers of the past,  
where the fervor of the crowd  
morphs into a chorus of silence,  
and the grain sinks deeper into the soil,  
as the promise of a harvest fades,  
consumed by the weight of expectation.

And in the shadows,  
a figure looms,  
Donald, with his golden gleam,  
offering a different kind of darkness,  
a carnival of chaos,  
where the jester dances,  
and the crowd claps,  
unaware of the strings pulled tight,  
across a stage of smoke and mirrors.

Two parties,  
two faces of the same beast,  
each yearning for the throne,  
each wielding the scepter of control,  
as the American heart beats  
in a cage of iron bars,  
the walls painted with the cries of the lost,  
the dreams that once soared,  
now tethered to the ground,  
heavy with the weight of despair.

In the end,  
the choice becomes a labyrinth,  
a descent into the dark,  
both paths lined with thorns,  
both leaders bearing the crown  
of a fractured promise,  
and the people,  
the forgotten chorus,  
watch as their song is drowned  
in the clamor of power,  
a melody of freedom,  
fading into the night.

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sparrowsong

Hello Greg...

The better of Two Evils I heard...

I believe there's just one who screams Beast...

​​​​​​If people believe she has the Big Crowds people really just don't care?

Good vs Evil has been heard...

​​​​​​We know it's getting close...

How about we ask Freedom or Mandates that have been known to Blow up, drowning is a possibility, fires, Zip ,Zero, Nadda Zilch if you Vote this way?

Higher Power Bills...
​​
What is it called Economic Opportunity?

We know who the opportunists are?

​​​​​​Alot of Accounting?

Payable and Receivables and she also said...

Hard Work is Good Work...

Did she work at McDonald's?

If not...

Why would that be a chosen lie?

​​​​​​Did you see the Policies?

Pasted and Copied I heard...

A lot of plagiarism...

A lot of Stolen on ideas...

They're known as the Cheating Party...

Right?

Great write!

Thank you for sharing...

feathers

P.S. I Vote for Freedom...

​​​​​​Many remember it wasn't as bad when we had that Guy for 4 years before these Men and a Lady?

They hate He Loves Our Country...

Something, that leaves that bad taste and cringe crinkle look, and that sucker puff face where it looks they all just sucked a Lemon...

What's in a Name?

Maybe, people just want to have even less money and watch it fly in the hands of another who just killed someone and more surprises again?

​​​​​​Lots and Lots of Mandates too...

Freedom just sounds much nicer to me...

Thank you again...

feathers

 

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GREG TUCKER THE...

Feather
I vote for Freedom too.  Unlike the herd from the left and the herd from the right, I am one of the courageous that are voting for freedom.  I vote Libertarian.  Voting the lessor of two evils is still voting evil.  Thanks you for your encouragement and thoughtfulness to read and respond.
Hugs
Greg

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