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.