By Michael McCarthy, Staff Writer
On October 15th, candidates for the Democratic nomination for the 2020 presidential election faced off in another debate, prompting a little bit of nighttime poetry.
The scourge steals over our loud land as they speak.
Harris excoriates Biden, who flashes a grin so nice,
While Bernie shouts for Medicare for all, no price
Too high to help us heal. From their soundbites citizens eke
Out grains of of hope—the reality is often too bleak.
That’s why Booker, Buttigieg, and Warren will support local enterprise
But only if they themselves are elected will our hopes rise,
And finally, together, we will a better future seek…
Hard to see it past the screaming, hate crimes, and massacres.
None of them admit they had some small part
Through support or silence or complicity in spreading the malaise.
Neither do we. We regard each other as foreign attackers,
Or else sit silent and let the real enemy tear our nation apart:
We never try to blame ourselves, these days.
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