27 Oct 2016 – Sonnet

This election cycle wasn’t pretty!
Exhausted now, our nation needs a breather!
Fifteen months it’s run, and what a pity
cold November still won’t cure our fevers!
‘Scorched-Earth’ – that’s the death dance of fanatics.
They don’t care if anyone’s left standing.
Displaced by bluster, racist acrobatics,
truth no longer matters! Who’s demanding
anything but hate-filled pistol waving?
Divided more than ever now, relief
seems even further out of reach. To pave
our trenches is a dream beyond belief.
Tell me if this justifies your ravings –
if the ruins prove to be worth saving?