Politics (Original Poem)

So in touch with this emotion,
feel it coming clear.
Punch the autopilot on,
I don't want your fear
pressed to us in policy
for where the stupid stand.
No wonder you're so blindly happy.
Money, money, can.

Votes to count for what, I ask?
Two that they select?
Yea, Australia has it good,
but that's no reason to reject
the truth, the youth, the future land,
the clear old sky, the ocean sand.
The castles rise and then they fall.
Natures way to cure all.

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