The Ouster of Lunacy

(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.

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[John the Baptist]

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