Sunday, January 10, 2010

As Dawn to Dusk, Two

After four dismal years of dismal rule,
A petty tyrant with a simpering smile
Who most now know to be a bumptious fool
Steps to misrule to spread his vice and bile –
And its results, a spiteful legacy,
Descending from his sadness and his sham,
Of wastelands made for all with eyes to see
And coming generations to goddamn.
As dawn to dusk, another steps, a guide,
And in the land awakening hearts now stream
With tears and hopes and love, and passions ride
Upon a morning held within a dream.
And neither of these people needs a name;
The moment stands within an older frame.

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