A Way to Vent

I pour my heart out in poetry
Expressing my fears and concerns
I fear we'll lose our democracy
I fear where the future turns

A president once wants to rule again
And a warning is what I shout
But nobody listens, nobody worries
They don't know what this is about

So what of my awfully fine poetry
Is it even doing any good
It's fun to write
But it's not making the difference it should

It's a way to vent
But it won't make a dent