The Game We Call A Race

"The Game We Call A Race"
2014

They say the results are in.
And now, there is a different face in place.
Enough votes have signified a win
For the precious victor in the game
They even have the nerve to call a race.
Nothing will change.
A different name on the desk
But the same lack of action in the streets
Thankfully, it will mean an end to the commercials
That follow the same old tired beats
Politician A voted wrongly, every single time.
Politician B is about as crooked as a written dollar sign.
Politician A helps their friends,
Politician B will only do what they can, to provide you with bliss.
Then they show you an image with them and their families.
Standing and smiling in a park,
Maybe underneath some trees
To show you all, they are just like you.
So you will foolishly believe, that when the race is through
They will provide you the quality of life
You're supposed to get after death
But only, now you'll be alive
And won't have to stop your breath.
The promises are grand, when told with tongues of gold.
But campaign accounts were stuffed,
With the kind of riches that you fold.
With no requirement for disclosure,
The ones behind the curtain will never be revealed
Unless there's a case inside the court
That requires the records be unsealed.
But oh well, it doesn't matter.
I have some new device to buy.
And an article to read,
About this celeb who's found another guy.
Or maybe a show that shows realities
That are secretly contrived
Or some kind of public competition show
Where we can vote on who survived
It's all meaningless to me
And in the longest run there'll be
But what on Earth will I ever know?
I only believe what's on TV
So I never notice that in this game we call a race
Both contestants break the rules
They call each other out for sports
As the audience plays the fools
And while they're bearing down the track
We're often too blind to observe
That because of our lack of information, we
Get the officials we deserve
And they will smile and take us to a place
Where grass is a brighter shade of green
But then we'll wake up one day and think aloud,
"This is the same yard I've always seen."
And would you like to know why?
That's because it is.