The Focus: A True Paradise

Deciding the next president of the U.S. - a prospect so divine - a poem.

A solution of the calendar
Of eager marauders:
Lay-offs, ravaged children,
And a failed economic recovery. 

A vacancy in the privilege
Of that unbridled tweeter;
Rendering the mixed-up modesty
Of lower taxes
And national independence
From struggles.

Violence rages on
Despite the obscure detriment
Of involuntary, gut-wrenching,
And touching sentiments. 

Humanity’s purpose
Sees the color-blind
And God-fearing theories
Of democratic surety,
And the legitimacy of legality
Befalling individuals
Who cross the sinful lines of hate...

May the cheery sun setting
On the God-given freedoms
Of our existence
Placate those persistent fools,
And shoulder the promise
Of our amazing worth
For the poised and peaceful generations
Yet to endure their vocal solidarity
And vexing discomfort.