Watching the election as it unfolds

Each voter, reporter, journalist, supporter, and all

Even the candidates, too

Tell a story

In the hall of mirrors, where truth spins and twists,
Where each voice clashes, shouts, and insists—
That theirs is the answer, the singular way,
While shadows of fact fade to murky gray.

We watch from the sidelines, hearts heavy and strained,
As leaders and followers, so zealously chained,

Dragging religious leaders in the midst
Declare with conviction, then fervently fight,
Yet each paints the other in a darker light.

Could all be deluded? Could none be quite true?
Is the picture so fractured, with no certain view?
Perhaps it’s no riddle, nor grand sleight of hand,
But a call to each citizen to take a bold stand.

To dig through the layers, to question and seek,
To find the truth buried beneath those who speak.
For truth does not tremble, nor waver, nor bend,
It stands in the quiet, awaiting the end.

So let’s lean in close, with eyes clear and bright,
Not swayed by the left, nor the roar of the right.
This duty is ours, both simple and strong—
To sift through the noise, to right what is wrong.

And perhaps if we listen to voices once scorned,
Or confront beliefs in which we’ve been warned,
We’ll find that our truths aren’t cast into stone,
That sometimes the mirror shows more than our own.

So rise, be curious, citizens all—
Each question a step, each truth a call.
For democracy stands on the courage to see,
Beyond all illusions and oppo research to what truly can be.