Waking up to the next day where nothing has changed,
Hopes and wishes turn bittersweet as I behold
The confounding of clarity. It’s nothing new,
But my sense of belonging is rendered askew.
Civic duty to country is now undersold
With a currency complex spent by the deranged.
Volatile is the nature of blood enemies
Brought together by brute force and satanic rule
To become one strong nation supported by God.
Some proclaim their supremacy and think it odd
That the nation’s unworthy will not play the fool
Without bitter resentment to psychic disease.
That all votes should be counted is sanity sound.
Any notion divergent is held by the ones
Who, impressed by pure evil, will do others harm.
Truthfulness be exposed. There’s no need for alarm
Even though true Americans all carry guns
To protect them from false ones and what they expound.
Like a leaf that has fallen, suspend in place
Before resting completely, I am more each day.
I’m profoundly disquieted but much relieved
That my gut I’ll rely on. It must be believed.
Since I know not my enemy, cautious I’ll stay.
Blind support for the evil one is about race.