FOLLOW THE BERNING STAR

It won't be easy... good things never are,
But we have a choice, to use our voice,
And follow the Berning Star.

Some have already said, your revolution's dead...

But it's too soon, to sing a funeral dirge,
When all it might take is a mighty surge,
Of hearts on fire, overturning the fearful head.

It really upsets me when people say,
I love Bernie, but it's not his day,
When I go to vote, I'll vote shades of gray...
It's not a case of black or white,
But Hillary's a safer choice...

According to the media's voice.

But, if they are really Bernie fans,
They already know he's the best man,
And if they will only follow their heart,
Stop listening to the fear in their heads,
On Primary Day, they will do their part, 
And give him their vote without any dread.

It's going to be a long race,
November's eight months away,
But we can give him a fighting chance,
By voting for him on Primary Day.

 It's too soon to panic, or to give up,
Even dark horses, a very long shot,
Have been known to win the Cup...

So I'll keep following my heart,
And keep trying to do my part,
Keep the vision, no matter how far,
And I'll Follow the Berning Star.

AstrandaLynn~~Copyright2016~~

WE'RE IN THIS TOGETHER

Oh, Left is Left, and Right is Right, and all around is a bitter fight,

The Second Amendment's a rallying cry...

Bullets fly, and the world wonders why,

And every day, more Americans die.

Some men think it's 1864, and they're still fighting the Civil War,

Militias roamed, threatening the land, Oregon-bound to take a stand,

Blogs showed Bibles and Guns together...

But they weren't even equipped for the weather.

Political rallies are getting scary, 
Dominionist rants and raves,
Angry chants disturb those sleeping in graves,
And a Millionaire from the one percent, 
Throws his hair in the ring, shouts his two cents. 

The Democrats' dear, the woman aspiring, 
Kicks up the dust, as she runs ahead,
Her coffers filled with Corporate bread,
Too much baggage slows her down like lead.

But there's also a candidate inspiring,
A grass roots movement of Light and Love,
Secular,  but watched over by Angels Above,
Fueled by People excited for change, 
Going the distance, with hope within range.  

We're in this TOGETHER, his rallying cry,
Not me...US,  room for ALL on this Magickal bus,
Health care a right, education, too,
Immigrants welcome...there's plenty of room,
 Like the Sun shining midst the gloom, 
The Voice of Hope drowns out the threats of doom.

OUR candidate is NOT for Sale, 
He pledges a Living Minimum Wage, 
A way out of poverty's cruel cage,
And the promise of  Jobs, not jail, 
Quiets the heartbroken prisoners' wail.
  
You may say I'm a dreamer,
But I'm not the only one, 
I hope someday YOU will join US, 
And America will BE Together as One.  

AstrandaLynn~~COPYRIGHT 2016~~