The Honest Politician
A poem
A poem
What if one arrived unarmed,
no smiling armor, no glib-tongued spin,
speaking plainly of this broken world?
Imagine if he confessed aloud
the bloated machine he’s part of,
how its rusty gears fail the people.
What if he admitted his own doubts?
uncertainties plague him at night,
fears he’s not enough to meet this moment.
Would we recoil from his naked words,
demand the usual obfuscation?
Or embrace truth, though it burns to hear.
If one had the courage to say
I don’t know the way out of this mess,
but I will listen, learn, try together.
Could we open our fists, uncurl our grips
on what we think we want in a leader?
Could this hewn space hold us all?
Perhaps we need poets, not politicians,
those who dine on uncomfortable truths,
relish the ache of growth.
If he dared to lead with questions alone,
might we answer by opening our hearts?
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