SO, WHAT MIGHT WE SAY?

POLITICAL ADIEU, 2016

So what might we say

Of this year almost spent?

In the wake of past promises,

Burdened and bent.

Great truth bore injustice,

Gentle souls sought their armor;

While pundits parsed pardons,

Toasting tea-party clamor.

As despots and allies

Collided, mid-air;

Their dangerous discourse

Seemed too much to bear.

Yet, binary schisms not

Only bring sorrow;

But a lonelier discord,

Insipid and borrowed.

May the cosmos forgive us,

This assault on our senses;

One of epic proportions:

For it razed moral fences.

May the [good]force be with us all, come 2017.