I usually don’t get political here, but when someone in my Third Thursday Poets group suggested we each write a poem about the meaning of January 20th for critique at our last session, I couldn’t resist. Click on the title below to hear me read what I wrote. You’re welcome to comment, whether you agree or not, but if you don’t like what you read or hear, I hope we can simply agree to disagree.
Today, our country turns over a new leaf.
A different leader takes the Oath of Office.
A billionaire, racist, bigot
with no grasp of foreign policy,
little respect for women or minorities
or concern for impoverished Americans,
the economy, environment,
he won the Presidency, not by popular vote
in an election possibly rigged by Russians.
What will become of America?