Desperation Sonnet

We try to remain hopeful while
in the grip of the occupant’s lunacy
— someone who is so infantile
he stomps to destroy community,

and in his tantrums sputters gibberish
that his base takes as holy writ;
they grab assault rifles while feverish
to go out and kill in a misguided fit.

Is there no end to the insanity
of someone who is so hollow,
who operates completely on vanity
expecting everyone to follow?

There is only one recourse
for us citizens that is left.
Something we cannot force
but something that demands our best.

And that one sacred, cherished recourse?
For all, all, all to vote, vote, vote, of course!!!

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