Debates are a game
since many argue the same
over a topic or more not tame,
and the winner is given reign.
Sometimes facts are a must
but often none can trust
what is spit out in the dust
except that it’s a convincing rust.
In school the sides were chosen,
assigned ‘for’ or ‘against’ a topic given
to each side and then timed reason
to answer the question’s season.
In private conversations debates focus
on the loudest and speedier ruckus.
The louder the voice and spit bogus
is the one the other silently bows thus.
In politics the game’s a bit different;
‘for’ or ‘against’ isn’t much ticket.
But the answers to questions thicken
And the candidates must quicken.
When the moderator asks the first query
The candidate raises his head in a hurry
and happily gives the audience a flurry
of answers they want to hear in grand slurry.
He sings out in rapturous appeal
all the songs he knows will reel,
that press the listener to feel
he has all the righteous steel.
No matter the fault of actual facts,
right or wrong he simply smacks
away all that doesn’t really tack
the rights he has spewed so fast.
As long as the audience cheers
he’ll keep shouting what they wish to hear
right or wrong is not noted or held dear
only the sound of his words must they fear.
He is a holy-roller bouncing along
and as he raises his voice to his song
all agree and rise too so they can belong
to his growing followers, his mighty throng.
So he sings and dances and shouts
and he waves his hands all about
and his voice never chorusly doubts,
his audience showers with clout.
Then the timer rings DONE and DONE
while the candidate continues his tune
the moderator walks off the stage dune
and the candidate is dragged to his doom…
because all his statements proved false,
yet in spite of his growing fad salt…
they love him and will not stall
in voting him winner of all.
rj hulit
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