November 8th

Thu, 03/14/2019 - 22:59 -- ntlia

The world watches as numbers trickle in.

Each state lights up in hues of red or blue.

Hope for a female president grows thin.

The man governed by hate now governs you.

 

The people are polarized: picking sides,

placing blame, naming names, playing his game.

The TV turns on, the country divides,

set aflame, filled with shame, won’t say his name.

 

Welcome to America! (If you’re straight,

if you’re white, if you’re male) You have a spot!

I’m told our country’s about to be great.

(You thought we were better than this? We’re not.)

 

Take a step back to observe what we’ve done

and ask yourself, how could this man have won?

 

This poem is about: 
My country
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