Election Integrity

After so many years, my mind still can’t seem to fathom, That from every descendant in my past who survived relentless torment, you chose me to be among living now; Despite all who existed throughout my history, to be present at such a time as this; Out of curiosity, what did you see? It would truly help me to know; I find that in my moments of sorrow, it’s the mystery of your selection that gives me hope; Meditating on the words you spoke in Jeremiah 1:5,  I can’t help but ascribe them as personalized note to me; A sacred promise and assurance that you knew me before I was formed; So after being born, you knew the mess I’d turn out to be; Provoking the question of what qualities you deemed worthy for my preservation; Is there an explanation my elementary intellect can comprehend? Am I too inept to grasp the depth of your preference because at times, I feel like a mistake… A waste of space that offers no real value for the investment made but don’t get me wrong, By no means do I wish to dissuade your interest; nor do I intend to question your decision but to finally end this debate, please tell me… Was I the best candidate?

Poem: Had Enough?

There’s nothing more to say that hasn’t already been said; Neither anything further to do to persuade disbelievers; The painful truth is that our continued fight for democracy we seem to labor in vain, Blindly amidst “compatriots” who swear by the law of liberty, but deign to uphold that very oath; Is it me? Or does the promise of freedom quickly fade with each slain body laid to rest; Every life lost through negligence in this unprecedented year at our leaders behest; What a travesty when our tragedies are mourned less especially by those we elect; Viciously ravaged by death via an “unknown” threat, was sadly only “unknown” to the people most affected… Their deceit the ultimate sign of disrespect; The blatant disregard for our intellect stripped us the ability to protect ourselves and what do we have left? Confusion and discord quickly spreading to every corner; Until the trusted are discredited and the liars faithfully adored; Well I, for one, can no longer afford to place my faith in a system that profits me nothing; Haven’t I paid enough? Haven’t we paid enough? David Matteo, Author The Freedom in Surrender