An American Sonnet of Change, of Hope

Two thirty a.m. and a start burnt out. Heads bow’d; disbelief echoed silently, drowned by men: white, old, laughing heartily. A future now fragile needed to shout - a democracy once tall now stood stout. Country of immigrants shook violently against those who would alter policy – but what could be done? Demand a recount? Some sought to flee; some determined to stay - hopeful of positive change, after all: one mistake would not cause others to pay. A new start: no threat, no worry, no fray. Marches, groups and lobbies will stand not fall to look with pride not fear on that day.