The Voter

Voter! Voter! turning right
To embrace the lure of fright,
Who dost trick you with a lie,
And cause thy strange dichotomy?

What new spin will they devise?
What dread tale? what new disguise?
What new foe will they require,
To set thy rage of hate afire?

Dost thine own stakes thy depart,
For culture wars against the arts—
Elite subverters to defeat—
Or dost thou fall for their deceit?

What just-like-you facade they feign?
And when they go against thy grain
And sever hope from thine own grasp,
Dost thou turn to Bible's clasp?

Or can thou be released from fears
And join together with thy peers,
At last defeat the stormy sea,
To bind to those who hear thy plea?

Voter! Voter! turning right
To embrace the lure of fright,
Who dare trick you with a lie,
And cause thy strange dichotomy?