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.