This is a poem I started to write out on paper, not on computer, but I figured I'd share for your reading pleasure.

offered sanguine

         for the passing

   truth in promises

           pain required so spake

                        this is where I stand

For my faith

       one more scar

             dutifully worn

             proudly earned

     drops of blood

            wept into the soil

                     always freely

THIS I CHOSE

          What would you give to connect?

But did you vote anyway? Even though we are very cynical, I feel, as a generation, I think it's very important to make some kind of statement even if you take a sophomoric stance by voting for your dirty sock or Homer Simpson. As a proud member of Gen Y, while I appreciate our own cautiousness and conniving for moments when our actions actually mean something, we do sit back on the sidelines far too often simply because action seems inconvenient or uncomfortable or pointless. While it may seem pointless to vote for people you think will do a mediocre job at best, it is far better than to lose the right entirely.

Believe me, things could be far worse than they are now. Anyway, I'm closing out for now. I will write more later, I'm sure.