The Country Sleeps

The last election now is in the past,
And the right guy won to my great relief.
The very last vote was legally cast.
We have a worthy Commander-in-Chief.
But the stench of the Big Lie lingers still;
Truth hasn’t returned from its vacation.
Although the results should produce a thrill,
It’s much too soon to express elation.
The cancer of MAGA waits, hidden deep
In the heart of the body politic.
Democracy is dulled and half asleep,
Doped by electoral arithmetic.

Will it awake soon? The jury’s still out.
Unfortunately, there’s a lot of doubt.

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