SOULFULLY RECALLING THAT INFAMOUS NIGHT BACK IN NOVEMBER OF 2016,

  I pen these verses, all the while invoking the spirit of W.E. Henley [for his beautifully measured cadence via 'Invictus' ]. In the same spirit, I entitle my own written poem 'Convictus'.

 C *O *N *V *I *C *T *U* S 

Around that bleak November night,

      Among the nation's voting polls 

Whatever gods that might exist 

     Encountered pain within their souls. 

                  Some viewed this outcome 'circumstance',

      Much eased by Russians from abroad;

Behind dim cloaks of secrecy,

      Their stealthy actions beckoned fraud.

YET...

Abhorring pretense, scams, and cons

      Remain some guardians 'unafraid'; 

As years unfold, and facts give way, 

      It finds them weary of such trade.

No matter when feign glamour calls,

How charmed one is by crafty lure,

We MUST be masters of the 'GOOD',

Assuring grace and truth endure.

Written by LPG

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