Claiming A DIFFERENCE On Both Sides

You are not alone.
With a wanting of lies told to live them kept,
On both sides to tell.
Then begin to argue among yourselves,
Who deserves to benefit.
On both sides of a decaying fence.
Rusting.
And beginning,
To be covered with dust.
From....
None other than negligence.
Yet pretentiously mentioned,
When interest expressed...
Becomes a convenience to address,
The priorities of the people.
People...
Who elected them to represent their interests.
On both sides,
Of an aging corrupted fence.
Not to fix, heal or mend it.
But used as a prop to uplift,
More marketing of propaganda.
Sweetened yet rottening promises.
On both sides to depend and lean on more.

While the people continue to be used.
Abused as if worthless pawns.
Played.
As if valueless sacrificial pieces of clay.
On both sides to hear it heard to say,
'A better way of life comes to live for all!'

And 'all' for one to notice it done.

However...
Only a few of the 'all' making the most noise.
Know if their attention is given,
With money to support and endorse...
Nonsense to fiction,
Riding on the back of a thoroughbred horse...
Towards the finish line to victory.
Comes.
Like an oasis miraged in the midst,
Of a sand storm while visiting...
The Sahara Desert.

Why not,
Throw millions away to a few who stay...
Repeating every four years,
What their constituents want to hear.
On both sides of an aging fence.
Changing nothing that makes sense.
Except the promoting to display decadence.
Those self righteous dare not to censor.

But...
Who is it attempting to make sense anyway?
When being crazed is the rage these days.

And no one,
Has to prove being out of their mind.
No.
To make them eligible,
For a leadership position.

In any field,
Of whatever their endeavor to pursue may be.
As long as they remain,
Dressed impressively.
Speak as if somewhat intelligent.
Be entertaining.
And noticeably nuts!
On both sides.
On both sides of a fence,
Crushed into the ground by lunatics.

However...
There is,
One thing found common on both sides?
A dependency.
Yes.
A dependency determined to keep,
In everyone's memory?
is the past.
A past to exaggerate and embellished.
No one remembers having to have had.
Factually.
Yet defending what has been fictioned,
Means more today to worship and delude.
Than the truth produced,
With evidence and proof of reality existing!
Many living these mind disturbing days,
Are prepared to fight to keep their fantasies...
Documented as an amendment,
To the Declaration Of Independence.
By any means necessary.

And...
If this should mean,
Searching for the DNA of everyone...
Who signed the original Declaration.
As well as The Constitution to eliminate,
The words 'Justice For All'...
Clearly included by someone,
Who had a 'thing' for feathered quilled pens.
And in a mood to use an artistic,
Flamboyant flair with attitude.
Daring accusations of being labelled different!

When today?
They all would be considered,
Freaks.
Nonconformists.
Weirdos.
Mavericks.
That should be banned and censored,
For attempting to represent America.
An America.
Far more different today,
Than what The United States of America...
Was created and intended meant to be!

Yet...
In the darkest corners hidden somewhere,
Are the hypocrites.
Religiously practicing their lustful ways,
Done to later represent a wholesomeness.
On both sides to dupe and deceive,
Beliefs.
Their own ancestors lied about keeping.
On both sides defying to deny reality!