At Doubt's Door

(I wrote this PRIOR to the election, but many of the same questions remain) I cannot tell you where I stand, I don't know what to think, Our beloved country, USA Is standing on the brink. The candidates for POTUS Are questionable, at best, And I cringe to think what each might do When they're finally put to test. See, one is spreading vitriol, The other lies at length, And their affinity for bickering Just saps our nation's strength. They seem to have forgotten They're supposed to be our "voice", And the selfish aims they represent Just further clouds our choice. I've never been more worried About the future that's in sight, And what our votes may bring about, Whether leaning left or right. I'm beleaguered for my children, And for my grandkids, too, For this eventuate selection Will impinge on all they do. The problems that we're facing, As a people and a land, Have never been more critical Than the issues now at hand. Our economy and human rights Are balancing on edge, And terrorism spreads unchecked As the caliphate is fed. New racial tensions plague us, Foreign policies are unclear, Immigration needs attention, Health insurance crises near. Our defense systems are ailing, Our penal system weak, Our cyber systems vulnerable, And crime has reached a peak. Our preference is for party lines Over unity, of late, And it seems we've traded kindness For animosity and hate. Never in my memory Has this country needed more, A leader with true character And integrity at their core. Yet as we enter crunch time The lesser evil seems the choice, For our votes will have no confidence As we lack a steadfast voice. I wish our path was clearer As election day draws close, And I wish I could be hopeful For the land I love the most. So, I'm praying for a miracle And a light to shine the way, But I fear we're at dear mercy's sake, For our beloved USA.