Echo Chambers
Everyone wants peace, but votes for hawks.
A senator holds forth to an empty chamber.
No one listens. Everybody talks
conspiracies and outrage. Voting blocs
preserve their seamless fronts, and by November,
everyone wants peace, but votes for hawks.
I shoot off my mouth, and you shoot your Glocks.
Statesmen make deals they later can’t remember.
No one listens. Everybody talks
in slogans on T-shirts. Hackers doxx
judge’s moral codes are less than limber.
Everyone wants peace, but votes for hawks.
Act your rage, they tell you. Ragnarok’s
coming your way to light you like timber.
No one listens. Everybody talks
as midnight ticks closer on the clocks.
We’re parties of one, and one’s a lonely number.
Everyone wants peace, but votes for hawks.
No one listens. Everybody talks.
by Susan McLean
from Rattle Magazine
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