Public Comment
Poem
new blood was needed
mixed blood was had
most of us jubilant
one percent sad
the last 8 years
what an ordeal
each day i woke screaming
“god, this can't be real!”
what comes next
truly historic
so much riding on one meteoric
this last week, what lovely connection
not used to us being such a friendly confection
with the next era
our lives could be strained
a key to survival
this momentum sustained