The Day Democracy Failed

“I don’t know how your soul survived,”

The boy sighed,

“Without a poem to express

This terrible burlesque

That is our nation crying

With votes instead of unanswered love notes

For a man who defying

A presidential honor with coats

Of arms raised against his own people

Singing a hollow song of progress

Under a church’s watchful steeple

Because a man who can’t caress

The fears of humans he deems feeble

Is grinning with control

And the whole world is waiting on the death toll.”