This is one of my attempts at writing poetry, doggerel or just stringing words together that make sense to me at the time. In this case, I’ve tried to express some thoughts about how it feels for many of us to be experiencing the awful politics of today – how depressing and pessimistic thoughts prevail while holding on to hope.
Coping
As the days pass, turning to months
Becoming years, hope turns to fear
That Uncle Sam is aging poorly
Showing dementia
Hospice bound
Can it be, say it can’t
So quickly we’ve lost our way
As leader of light and truth
Our promise unfulfilled
A loss for all, here and there
Did it have to be
Hate destroying friendships
Competing lies and contempt
Respect and fair play
Gone asunder with no regret
We are getting by, grasping right
Shedding tears but fighting still
To save ourselves and Uncle Sam
Preserving liberty
For all