The Ouster of Lunacy

The Ouster of Lunacy

A Poem by Wilyem Clark

(Written on the morning after Election Day, 2020.)

’Twas a squeak, not a roar--
Though it oughta been more,
We will take our delights where we find them.
With a dribbling tally,
The virtuous rally,
Pray their nightmarish days are behind them.
Yet the pain in their guts
Makes for troublesome "buts"
That will harrow their lives and remind them
That provincial hearts
Will go on pitching darts
And still nourish the grudges that blind them.

© 2020 Wilyem Clark


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Very nicely rhymed. Assessment seems on the mark, too. Whatever the outcome of the election, the divide in the US is far from healed.

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Wilyem Clark
Wilyem Clark

Washington, DC



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I've been writing poems since my teens (now in my 60s) and prose since the 1990s. It's been hard finding decent forums online--the free websites too often suffer sudden deaths. My "published" works ar.. more..

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