state of the union
it seemed every day brought new
joy new
hope change was in the air it
was the new reality suddenly after
eons of derision
of mockery of prejudice and
hatred there came a tipping
point we
mattered our rights acknowledged
joy and hope were truly in
the air then as
suddenly it was over no joy no
hope what lingers is the
scent of
fear primal fear and how can i
write my happy poetry when
i am afraid
Poetry by one trick pony
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