ONE FLEW OVER THE VOTING BOOTH
ONE FLEW OVER THE VOTING BOOTH
Looking through a crystal ball! What do you see?
An open booth of mixed races! Voting one and all.
The man next to me asked. Who are you voting for?
I pretended that I did not hear, and then he asked again.
Just Look at my color! Does it speak loud and clear?
Frankly, truth be told! Mr. I am not welcome anywhere.
Well, It's just the same! I will cast my vote up, into the air.
And where it falls! I just don’t care now do you hear that?
Says to me! Look stupid, is there anything you care about?
I chuckled! Then said what’s that got to do with you, stupid?
Voting is a privilege extended out to you you know whoppi.
His color shows! Inherited authority of Mon and Dad, so it goes.
I thought of voting in Kamala that day! But fail the middle-class test.
A word to this man! Hey fellah I thought it over, do you want to know?
Tell me your pick! and I’ll tell you mine at the count of three you go.
He left me standing in the middle of the booth! Whispered out loud, Trump. Of course.
Into The Mist Poetry Volume 9. Voting Booth
Kenvil Atkins Lewis poet for Timeless Poetry Series and Short Stories
