a poem i wrote commemorating this occasion….
a tuft of gold, a hat of red
a man who says the things unsaid
who belittled rubio, scandalized cruz
who refused and refused to lose
pundits, journalists, dumbly floored
november eighth, 3-0-4
how the left, and middle, all griped and groaned–
“we didn’t see it coming! we couldn’t have known!”
oh the beautiful bluster of inane innocence!
when will history teach us common sense?
we’ve seen it before, how can we act like it’s new?
from the church in charleston to world war II
that scorching flame that drives friends apart
and worms its way into trembling hearts
even now that i know, i shiver when i say it;
the word on my tongue, the bitter thing hatred.