A Foreshadowing
This decade did begin with hope;
year twenty-twenty- promise had.
We did not know its downward slope
would bring us to a time so sad.
Our country- so divided now-
the politics of clashing rules;
foreboding is the when and how-
the yes or no- if discord cools.
Foreshadowing the year ahead-
fear of a third-world war instills
deep in my heart- that awful dread;
a fight ahead of clashing wills.
Dear God, please help us at this time;
divides grows stronger, day by day.
From this dark madness, help us climb;
our sick divisions- heal, some way.
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