Wednesday, November 9, 2016

The Repetition

Tonight, we the American people have come together to voice their opinion on who should lead us for the next four years. After months of campaigning, media casts, and debates the time has come to place our ballots and settle in for a long night of vote counting. And as we do every four years on the 8th of November, we choose our president.

With the victor announced, regardless of which side of the isle he or she resides, we are left to watch as our actions and choices transpire in front of our eyes. And every f*cking time we watch the same promise of change, stability, and an utter false sense of reassurance be regertatated into our ears.

When we read novels like Citizen this sense of let down and disappointment, in the establishment of this nations government, that was "created by the people for the people", is brought to our attention loud and clear. The need for social change echoes through the winding hallways of poetry and spectacular metaphors that fill this book. The frustration and anger against the hidden and now outspoken systemic oppression, hatred and total disregard for people of color rings out loud and clear. It makes elections like this impossible to bear, because it reduces any claimed progress to short comings and shows the true colors of American politics as just let downs and false promises to a disregarded population.

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