Up there in your lofty tower
Thinking you have all the power
You’ll not turn all of us sour.
You may loathe and cause to cower
Others, as you look and glower.
But we’ll not be your vicious plower
Of hate, distrust, or be your vower.
Or act upon your visions dour
You need to heed the reckoning hour
When we fight until love flowers
Once again in our country’s bower.
I hope this is my last post on the outcome of the election, but I make no promises.
Great minds? ; ) Probably not
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How weird, I didn’t see that. My first thought was trump.
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Interesting first four lines given what I was writing at the same time 🙂
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