POLITICAL Poem: The Political Divide, by Amanda Van Eps

The Nihilist in me knows that perceptions are too vast to lead to understanding.
As we knit interpretations into unintended meanings.
The Utilitarian in me is screaming at our lack of accountability.
As we hail contrarians without a moral compass.
The Transcendentalist in me has held the disrespect of this place in my body.
As we all absorb the ripples of shared discontent.
The Existentialist in me watches us kill all things that can’t be controlled.
As we self-fulfill prophecy in a perpetual allegory we call history.
The Stoic in me is waiting for the scales to hold reason.
As we play a shell game with our own nature.
The Hedonist in me will indulge in a vice.
As we abandon another virtue.
The Pluralist in me can see how simple peace truly is.
As we create everything in our own insecure image.
The Absurdist in me can’t unsee how irrationality catches faster than a good idea.
As we breathe the setup and punch-line of every joke.

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