"Politics"
dramatic monologue
by D. M. Larson
Copyright (c) 2017 All Rights Reserved
Everything is some planned pageant, paraded before us, allowing us to participate by casting our cares into the ballot box, where they are lost forever in the endless void of politics.
Copyright (c) 2017 All Rights Reserved
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Our affections bought and sold on the black market of politics. Duped and dumbfounded, we feed on the news, stuffed on nuggets of nothing. Empty calories of hopes crammed down our throats, and somehow, we believe it will be different this time. Maybe this time, this one is for real. We can believe in this one, this time. But our dreams are tricked and traded in some back alley deal. Our knight in shining armor rides off with his helmet full of gold, where retires on the lakeside, ignoring the promises sinking in the quicksand before him. His carefree smile shines over our sadness.
Everything is some planned pageant, paraded before us, allowing us to participate by casting our cares into the ballot box, where they are lost forever in the endless void of politics.
END OF MONOLOGUE
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