today is Tuesday, an inauguration day
a day to be happy
for the coming of happy days here again
new hopes are hopes for the day
ceremonials are trumpeting
for the coming of a new presidente
the word's out
newyorktimes and wahington post's are debating
media is cohabiting with the news of the day
still trying to figured it out: who new presidente is?
he is black
he is not hyphenated
he is the closure of MLK's dream
in a hyphenated U.S.A.
the world is fighting
poverty is rising
wars are waged
religious crusaders, and jihadies are in
banks are rolling with bailouts
tax payers are fed the hopes outs
to prepare to pay for the bailouts
old presidente is headed to Crawford
to run around the ranch
to build his image of a "good guy"
the break he got from the new presidente
today is Tuesday, just an another day
1 comment:
I loved this, was looking for poetry about the hope of the country and you read my mind, the old one is going home to piddle around and see if somehow somewhere he can look good. It took me by a pleasant suprise. Keep writing my friend Margaret
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