The gritty grounds this day are plastered in the party colours.
Towering lamps overhead with posters strapped onto their stalks.
Reds, blues, and even unsightly yellows!
Vans that trundle through the lit shopping hours
Verbally vomiting promises and policies; how they bellow!
This card I slain with weary fingers without care or say.
I defaced my ballot with spitting disgust and bubbling anger;
"Just how many have my taxes killed today?"
Stalking doorways under colourful shadows.
The hymns open his molested lungs,
And with a veneer of honesty and clarity -
But perhaps, a morality merely crippled in success.