The Unelected Poem by Airda Jones

(The election for USA was today and after many months, I still found myself completely lost and no one understood my confusion, so I had to write to even explain it to myself)

Uninspired by duty
To do what was fought,
Determined and destined,
To become our own right.
And yet uninspired by
The undecided of not only
Self but also my own
Slandered and smothered and
Suffocated with choice, a
Choice that regrets offering
It’s services to opponents
That slandered and smothered and
Suffocated its own kin, opinion.
A deadbeat duty that disturbs
Those lost, while those found,
Setting a predetermined maze
With an already known ending,
Displeasing or unpleasant.
But ending is spoken of
And it cannot be said
Times have just begun and
Choice will carry over after
Isolation will leave our marks
Slandered and smothered and
Suffocated by truths that
Leave the soul empty, never
Understanding, never feeling,
To fit with choice’s opponent,
That very being that has
Stamped on our proudly earned stripes
And stolen our sacred stars
To pin upon themselves but
Are left with dressings that
Slander and smother and
Suffocate them for their choice.