The Team That Wins Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

A game played continues,
To stay entertaining.
And remaining a part of life,
Not too soon to change.

It is the same routine,
Maintaining kept interest...
In politics with those picked,
To represent beliefs with speeches.

Tons of funds are collected to assist,
Those permitted to solicit...
Their best fed rhetoric.
In cities and small towns that stir,
Up crowds into a frenzy.
Supporting the one who promises,
A determined job to get done in Washington.

People later forget those hopes and wishes,
Promised to come when the game is finished.
And the team that wins,
Prepares to begin once again...
For the next four years.
With little to nothing in between to get done.
Or solutions made concrete to leave believed.
That the game played was worth the price.
Although souvenirs collected at a cost to pay,
Will always be considered to retain their value.

'Who will end...
The wars, conflicts and racial divisions? '

~What's entertaining about those discussions?
The important thing I want to keep remembered,
Is that our team came to win.
AND...
We won.~

'But what did you win? '

~The 'GAME'.
We came to play and won.
Don't get upset with me,
Because 'your' team was defeated.~

'We may all pay a higher price for that one.'

~It's just a game.
You'll get over it.~