Suffrage At Poem Hunter Poem by Bill Grace

The world must have the right to vote
A reader's exclamation taught me this with his note
So vote as default I will now allow
Or change back to correct the error of my ways.

The world it seems has need to judge
My living in it has come to see this as so much fudge
And Rilke, from his letters, I believe would find this suspect.
But despite my poverty I want to offer a small tithe here
To pay a debt owed towards healing of this sphere.

So hindrance of a reader's right to vote
Will be corrected at my next stroke
And reader judgements that have been read before
Spiritual homework will be attempted so they do not canker like a sore
My task in focus is only to write and give them more.