An Age Of Emotional Nourishment

The Freedom Of Relief

A new era is consummate. Many rejoice
And look forward to healing which now has begun.
They’re not storybook heroes, the ones we elect,
But they’re who we look up to and give our respect.
The horror of the last age is now come undone
By majority power of popular voice.

We’re one big happy family? This isn’t so,
Nor was it ever meaningful as an ideal.
It took Satan to show us what we hold inside
That extinguishes light and delights in false pride.
If all hell didn’t break loose, we’d never get real
To the fear-spangled hatred that won’t let us grow.

And the growth of the nation means that all belong.
Those who want things another way… Find your own land
Far away from the union who cries for relief
From psychotic seclusion and southern fried grief.
Thankfully I’ll not know of your evil first hand.
What I’d felt since my childhood is not proven wrong.

Broken is not the family mired in abuse.
Therapy for the trauma prescribed by a team
With a feeling for justice and human value
As emotional creatures to bring comfort to
Is accepted by all who believe in the Dream
Of one nation united but not by the noose.

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