A Poem on the Jan. 6 Electoral Vote Count, by Christopher Flint The Society December 28, 2020 Culture, Poetry 4 Comments . The Burden of Truth Our founders feared and could foresee that politics might come to be far more intense than mere debate of means to best perpetuate the liberty they’d given birth unparalleled in all the earth, secured by selfless sacrifice of those becoming precious price. Thus, knowing pure democracy was tyranny’s hypocrisy, they joined in wise republic form our weighted states to bear the storm installing as priority those states in their majority as arbiter should disagreed election bring to light the need for states with powers cleaved to stand denying despots full command of destiny remanded whole to chosen who by law control, as legislatures, means to thwart a coup where some would dare resort to massive scale election theft that leaves them all in fact bereft of union made to guarantee, to each, continued liberty beyond the reach of infamy from which those founders set us free by vote the peoples’ House would cast one each per state until it passed by proof of state plurality the bona fide finality by which this nation would decide all grievance fairly heard and tried as only sovereign states could do to keep the faith they must renew in leadership that represents sufficient sum of their consents. Epilogue: Down ballot victims fare far worse without redress against such curse where fraud can simply scale its lie beyond the right for just reply to grievance that if left untried might well be justice thus denied. . . NOTE TO READERS: If you enjoyed this poem or other content, please consider making a donation to the Society of Classical Poets. The Society of Classical Poets does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments. CODEC News:Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) 4 Responses Cynthia Erlandson December 28, 2020 I enjoyed this poem, and certainly agree with what it is saying. And it seems to me quite a trick you’ve pulled, Christopher, to write a poem of this length in only two sentences …. that second one would be interesting to diagram. My poet-husband, who edits my poems for me, often thinks my sentences are too long. (And he’s almost always right.) Maybe it’s just me, but I think your flow would be easier to follow if there were a couple more periods. The rhymes and meter are really good. Reply Christopher Flint December 29, 2020 Cynthia — I appreciate all of ypur reactions. I think meter, rhyme, line breaks, and stanza breaks together create natural seeming, otherwise unmarked punctuation. That permits much longer thoughts to be put together than one would ever attempt in prose. I lean toward letting the complete thought dictate sentence length if technique can support it. I think the completeness generally has greater impact and becomes far more memorable. It’s a fine line to walk, though, and I appreciate that not everyone will agree. Reply Carole Mertz December 28, 2020 And all in two sentences! Wonderful. In Stanzas 4, 7 and 8 I began to hear strains of Gilbert & Sullivan. Reply Christopher Flint December 29, 2020 Carole — Thank you. I’m deeply flattered by your reference to the magically talented Gilbert and Sullivan. Reply Leave a Reply to Christopher Flint Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. Δ This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.