TORNADOUGH
Democracy is dying
from years of neglect,
as we’re the targets
where money
and politics intersect
Revered halls
once roamed by noble figures,
now house a lobby
full of snipers
with hair triggers
They coin slogans
and craft careful sound bites,
as words become daggers
in campaign fights
Combating each other
is not the true goal,
it’s saying what sells
to win the next poll
Senses are bombarded
by news bandits
and punch lines,
so pundits mask facts
to boost ratings in primetime
Colliding panels of viewpoints
then debate every topic,
hoping soapboxes become plateaus
to ride trends of skewed logic
As staff soldiers
conspire to strike low,
they destroy candidates
and create monsters for show
Meanwhile, we’re pawns
in a process for two factions,
they push buttons
and pull strings
to draw favor and reactions
There's protest for changing
the way things are done,
still we support millionaires
for operations they run
We’re fools
thinking two colors
embody this nation,
because blue and or red
can't reach
green or gold elevations