The Promised Office

When darkness falls on the fortunes of men And dark clouds of shame gather about their brows There're stars that rise deep in their eyes. There they stand frozen Beaming forth a message For the shepherd of men to seek and read. By these stars he divines their sorest need And by them he navigates to lofty thrones, Carrying his broken flock to golden hills Willed by Heaven as their dwelling place. There's a new leader come in America That found his way to the White House Following the twinkle of these stars That like the flash of beacons Did bid him to the right turns on the mazy path to power: Here to the right, there to the right again; Further down the road to the right once more And thence to glory. By his triumph, the story of Moses in Hillary unfolded: His sour fate she came to share. The glass ceiling she struck with her golden staff And like the Red Sea at once it parted. Through it she set off on her long march To the Promised Office across the desert. But soon she tripped on her dozen faults To be condemned by grieving Heaven To see, to approach, the Promised Office But never once to reach it.