Change Is In the Air
There’s a scent upon
This continent…and ‘tis the
Stench of discontent…
An acrid odor
That hovers over this proud,
But befuddled land
Frowns upon faces
Of all races…puzzled now
To their proper place
Curious mixture
Of hope and fear…once distant
That now hovers near
A leader whose ilk
Ne’er tried before now looms
Large before our door
Will our nation now
Bloom and flower…or face a
Future dark and dour
We the people must…
Simply shrug our shoulders and
Give our complete trust
It’s Fate and Karma
That will rule the day…Matters
Not what man will say
So smell the Roses
Enjoy the moment and with
Gusto seize the day
Copyright © David O'Haolin Whalen | Year Posted 2016
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