Only a fool would put on shorts and run outside to curse the cold
At the end of the year, when winter's come.  Anyone wiser would
Stay inside or bundle up to face the fact that, time having passed,
The summer's gone.  

So it must be with political weather.  The sunny months of tolerance
And optimism have gone away, replaced by bigotry, anger and hatred.
All of the nation's grown ugly and cold.  It doesn't make sense to pretend
That it hasn't, to die of exposure demanding change.  I'll stay here in
Safety, and watch from my window.  Vulnerable people are certain
To perish.  That makes me sad, but the thought that the ranks
Of the miserable millions who brought us this season won't all

Reach its end brings me a measure of joy.