The simple act of voting holds most <br />Political expression in this land <br />And now I often wonder, is a ballot <br />Only a smokescreen we hold in hand? <br /> <br />I remember eagerly awaiting <br />The first vote I might see cast <br />My youthful heart first time broken <br />Though it would not be the last <br /> <br />Many hopes were pinned that time <br />On a young and idealistic man <br />Who was just gathering momentum <br />When a bullet dropped him as he ran <br /> <br />Since then I’ve been disheartened <br />By pretenders to the throne <br />Who wave bright flags of promise <br />Then squandered confidences shown <br /> <br />The dreams of so many people <br />Are by needs linked to such men <br />Who promise to effect some change <br />Then sell their electorate out again <br /> <br />There is so much deep deception <br />That moves stealthily from ‘The Hill’ <br />And now I am often left to wonder... <br /> <br />When that bullet found our Bobby <br />What else did it manage to kill?<br /><br />Mary Havran<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-else-died-with-bobby-memorial-to-a-dream/
