There once was a power exec,
Who knew how to stack his own deck.
He schemed and he frauded,
Yet still he was lauded.
And it felt like a noose on our neck.

Time passed and the nightmare got real.
But kind souls continued to feel.
We fought for the good,
And our ground we all stood.
‘Til the liberty bell chose to peal.

For a moment the struggle was won.
The fighting and hating was done,
Until we learned more
And re-tallied the score.
Yet again our hard work was begun.

You see, our love flows through the years,
There is no real end, as we fear.
And so work endures;
We may not see the cure,
Though we offer our blood, sweat, and tears.

Regardless, we’re called to attend
The struggles that threaten to rend
The things we hold dear
And try hard to keep near.
It’s in our own hands, my friend.

WRITTEN ON DECEMBER 19, 2016 DURING ELECTORAL COLLEGE VOTING.

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“We must use time creatively, and forever realize that the time is always ripe to do right. Now is the time to make real the promise of democracy, and transform our pending national elegy into a creative psalm of brotherhood.” – Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.