Democrats, Mid-term Election 2014

The leaders flounder on their tipsy sight.

Like a small boat on rough seas,

The leaders ride the waves in helplessness.

When the tide rises and pushes them forward,

They decide, “This is the direction we must go.”

But the shore never appears and

The undercurrent carries them away.

“Oh, this is the direction we are meant to travel,”

They grip the sides of the thrashing boat, calling,

“This way! This way! Follow me! Trust in me!”

To the empty sea around them.

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Small town writer
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