We are told our voice is the ultimate weight,
yet it floats on the breath of billionaires.
When the atmosphere is thick with minted air,
the modest vote becomes a flighty thing—
tossed by the drafts of banks
and the gusts of "gifted" influence.
Civic duty is a light wing
in a very expensive storm.
The box demands a thin contribution,
but the street is paved with the roar of a gilded hurricane.
It is hard to steer a course
when the weather is bought and sold
before the ink even dries.
We offer our downy intentions
to a sky that only recognizes the gravity of the ingot.
#civicduty #Citizen #voting #philomeme
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