Sonnet #114

I live in a Hispanic district in a blue city
in a traditionally red state. Early voting
began today. 93 degrees, everyone sweaty
Lines long, long, volunteers doting
on the mysterious absence of enough
check-in computers, all these empty machines
not enough computers. It was rough,
but nothing, really, just a long hot line
Like an amusement park roller-coaster,
No guns, no dogs, no hucksters shouting rhymes
Just everyone politely complaining together
(Which is the Great American Pastime)
The revolution has come, we're fighting the power
Stick a thumb in the pain, just by standing some hours