Clasped hands and head nods…

Clasped hands and head nods dot this hill. Always in the affirmative. The Constituents brimming with excitement, the sticky coating of a chance encounter glazing them over like a hot doughnut. Thick anticipation. Self-importance for the greater good. The Elected surrounded by their minions, all bathing in the adoration. Thoughts, prayers, and promises instantly forgotten until the check clears. The People ask for truth with reckless, hopeful abandon. The Elected offers blind platitudes with the ease of flicking an ant off a picnic blanket, as they rush away to their marble halls of half-truths. Halls revered by history and the wishful masses. Halls funded by lobbyists and other wealthy fools with better shoes. The Constituents beam with joy, unaware they were forgotten before they arrived.

[The Capitol, RVA]