Independents

prosperity's no closer year by year
dreams get deferred while only debts accrue
the 99% feel mounting fear
a nation's wealth's diverted to the Few
Detroit's a husk; those jobs have moved off-shore
and pensions crumble as tides shift the sands
the heads of industry claim ever more
while nothing trickles down to feed the hands
if donors write both platforms, Blue and Red
entrenching privilege to the elite
as if the Body Politic's a head
that has no need for brains, or heart, or feet
increasingly, both Left and Right rebel
to tell both parties they can go to Hell