A moment in time is but a sound bite, a split second,
of sound, but when a sliver of truth becomes a beacon,
we rally to that unfamiliar echo with a question to recon;
A gesture of hope for better days, far from our thoughts
when a call to choose come in a litany of rhetoric unsought,
consider what’s at stake and whose soul has been bought;
but it’s lasting change we seek, and not just an exchange; but
when we seek change, be careful, less we settle for chump change;
The type of change we achieve may not include some of the meek
when this contest dragged on, it determines the strong and the weak
and we pray that this bantering will be over in a matter of weeks;
These moments in time give us many decisions to dissemble
for every line of rhetoric unsought; there are lines of fallacy
un-bought; with this in mind we cannot become biddable at all.
A cynical piece of poetry describing a decision that Americans must make in the upcoming election, by deciphering song bites; that has been filtered by pundits and news commentators alike, but have a glimmer of hope in the light at the end of the tunnel.