I wish there were words that I could use in a simple rhyme.
That could improve the current politics that rule our time.
In my younger days, there was always a middle ground.
Sooner or later both sides found a way to come around.
The right to vote, promised everywhere in our land.
Now limited by those who want old rules to stand.
The Golden Rule of our youth no longer applies.
News portraying hatred is no longer a surprise.
Guns, shootings, death in every nightly newscast.
How long can this fractured country ever last?
Surely there is a solid road giving all the chance to succeed.
Giving one the chance to be measured by action and deed.
The next generation should have the right to fulfill their promise.
Our generation has the obligation to make sure they can’t miss.