Inauguration Day

The odious date is fast upon us,
The nadir of Hope and Integrity,
The ascendancy of gross Self-interest,
Whereupon the skies will darken,
The heavens will sob incandescent tears,
For that is the biblical fate that awaits us--
Faithful, indifferent, and faithless alike.
Although I detest the human tribe
For tolerating its vilest toads,
I would never advocate
Abandonment of its prominent virtues:
Logic and earnest Empathy;
Nor would I seek to elevate
A candy-box of gilded turds
To high and mighty offices,
The surest way to guarantee
A long and cruel mass suicide.
The grazing beasts have heard the crack
Of hunters' death-delivering guns,
But they--transfixed and idly jawing--
Still stand there mute and motionless;
Such excellent targets on the plain
Encourage their own obliteration.