Well, it was good enough to be a finalist but not to win, so I decided to share it with my friends.

We are the first generation
living worse off than our parents,
born to the possibility of annihilation,
mourning the
promise of the beginning.

From shining example of
life, lived well, to
playground bully,
playing sick games with expensive,
deadly toys.

It has reached the point where
cocksure, political ranting
has me wanting to make rude,
childish noises that
involve blowing around one’s tongue.

Republican, Democrat, Independent?
They’re all the same,
promises of honesty and character, as
empty as the hearts on
Capitol Hill.