Gone are the friendly policy disagreements
of my youth, replaced by vitriolic division,
my side is right and fuck you if you disagree.
Does time move faster as you age?
Each four-year cycle shrinks to months,
the campaign season never really ends.
The latest outrages, two tumultuous extremes—
a line that is a circle, meeting at the fringe.
Perhaps it’s time to batten the hatches,
and let this latest tempest pass—
surely it will pass, right? This insanity,
is it the new normal, this endless fight?
Threatening to drag the whole goddamn system
down, into the gutter of failed empires,
as politics and relentless news cycles
turn neighbors and friends into mortal enemies.
Inspired by Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt #359: Tempest and this article from Berkeley Greater Good Science Center Magazine: When Is Political Polarization Good and When Does It Go Bad?
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