I have a confession to make
There’s this nagging thought
Almost ever present
Maybe fueled by hope
Maybe fueled by love
Maybe it’s absolutely ludicrous
Still
I keep thinking
That they will
Wake up
That they will
Smell the proverbial coffee
That they will
See the error of their
Voting ways
Almost daily I think
This!
Will be the final straw
This!
Will open
Their eyes
Their hearts
Their minds
This!
Will save
Our freedoms
Our health
Our planet
Almost daily
Disappointment trails
Behind my hope
But I’m not ready to let it go
So here we are
Divided
And I wonder,
Am I their they?
Brenda Warren 2017