Political BS

The more we share

The less we learn

Judgement and righteousness

Seeds that burn.

No seeking to understand

Only confirming to “know”

A bubble of anger

Politics will show.

And what in the end

Will be shown what’s right

History takes long

For accuracy to write.

What will you matter?

How many arguments will you win?

What will be in your dash?

To learn when born again.

So many lie to themselves

In the interest of something to say

And while happiness drifts

They, too, will someday.

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