Robin L. Chandler, 2021.
The Right to Vote is ephemeral.
It is as fragile as a butterfly.
It must be protected, or it becomes extinct.
Democracy, like nature, must be nurtured.
It is fragile and easily destroyed.
And it is difficult to restore what has been lost.
Dante and Virgil divine this “comedy,”
And point the beast to the gates of hell.
Raise your hands and be counted.
Awake, arise, and vote!
alive in the sea of information 
Autumn Song by W.H. Auden Now the leaves are falling fast, Nurse’s flowers will not last; Nurses to the graves are gone, And the prams go rolling on.
Whispering neighbours, left and right, Pluck us from the real delight; And the active hands must freeze Lonely on the separate knees.
Dead in hundreds at the back Follow wooden in our track, Arms raised stiffly to reprove In false attitudes of love.
Starving through the leafless wood Trolls run scolding for their food; And the nightingale is dumb, And the angel will not come.
Cold, impossible, ahead Lifts the mountain’s lovely head Whose white waterfall could bless Travellers in their last distress.
DLL xo
On Thu, Feb 4, 2021 at 6:43 PM alive in the sea of information wrote:
> robinchandler posted: ” voted to blazes. Robin L. Chandler, 2021. The > Right to Vote is ephemeral. It is as fragile as a butterfly. It must be > protected, or it becomes extinct. Democracy, like nature, must be nurtured. > It is fragile and easily destroyed. And ” >