Found Poem from a Presidential Inaugural Address

This American carnage—magnificent,
Celebrated—this great, righteous reality,
A glorious allegiance. The people, the
People. This moment, this moment.

The rusted horizon. A foreign vision
Will govern our land, will rediscover
Prejudice, will bleed the wind-swept
Plains of the almighty creator.

Your simple, radical voice, ripped from
Our homes and redistributed all across
The world. Your people remembered
Forgotten listening. No longer

Education. Cash. Pain. The very sad
Depletion of our dreams. Today’s
Victories, power, rulers. One glorious
Destiny stops right here and now.


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