Elec- tion. Elec-trocuted.

I am not naive.
But I was hopeful.
I believed in change.
I believed in our cause.
But it didn't really matter.
Where money talks, principles are muted.
I held out my hands, and my heart
and offered it to the people
for love of country.
But I got electrocuted
instead.

They fed on my my open palms
but didn't honor them,
and opted
to shake the tainted hands
that had the color of blood and money.

Now, I'm thinking...
I'll just keep my hands
and arms close.
and hug myself.
and i won't even offer to cross my fingers
for those who refused
my extended hands.