Am I just a figment of your populist imagination?
Another blurred face in the crowd?
Another voice drowned out by the political process?
You aim your TV commercials at my heart
and attempt to inspire my imagination
with flaccid speeches.
Hoping to hook us again
into believing you’ll finally make a difference in our lives.
Until after election time,
when we realize we are left like
with broken hearts
wondering how you rendered us so powerless.
die in a vacuum
of political expediency.
Washington listens to its own heartbeats
as we wonder what could have been
and live and die in the shadows of our failed dreams.