The eternity since judgment day

In the eternity since judgment day

We’ve watched the one we loved, who used to stand

Parental over us, go pale and gray,

Slackened and stooped inside a yellow skin;

The presidency is our patient now,

Preyed upon by the thing that’s slithered in;

And, worn with care ourselves and sick with grief,

A young country grown old in just a year,

We grope for remedies we pray will work

Though justice turns at speeds we cannot bear

And gives us time to contemplate the worst:

What if the real America is this?

The time is now to choose what we will be:

So vote, and say it loud: we will be free.

Words: Sheila M. Averbuch

Image: Widowed by Blake Lipthratt on Flickr

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