The New Same

The signs put up
to convince others to your point
fall so quickly after
the gatherings disjoint.
The passion that overflew
for weeks at a time
disappears in seconds
as quiet as a mime.
The message to go through
meant to get across
is lost in the static
of the lines that cross
that now are cut
and done away with
without another sign from,
without even a blip.
Now that the booths close
and debates conclude
with a limiting of
the obnoxious and rude
a new day shines,
a new dawn to come
to bring evermore of
the same beating drum.