Maddie T., an eighth grade student, was inspired to write the following poem after a discussion regarding politics she had with her father.
An interesting linguistic footnote here: The word "crevasse" may sound a lot like "crevice" but the scale is much different. The dictionary defines "crevasse" as "a fissure, a deep cleft in glacial ice or in the earth's surface." Way bigger than a crevice, eh?
The Cracks and Crevasses
The floor of Congress is a battlefield where nothing is done,
Sell your views or your voice is hung,
Two opposing forces where a stalemate has begun.
A masquerade by brilliant actors,
Created by a myriad of factors.
History is not what they lack,
Rather they succeed
In their money-making knack.
Where does my voice fit in this?
I am either one or the other, waiting to be dismissed.
Line drawn down the middle,
Who can explain this untaught riddle?
Maddie T., eighth grade
