There is a war going on in every heart.
Ripped from the headlines
And torn apart.
Broken like the march on Washington
On one March day in Washington.
I can’t pretend to understand
What goes on in our Presidents head.
I think he is sick AF, if you want to know the truth of it.
Reminds me of a little bit of W, like as if W came with devil sticks.
Cause with W I looked into his soul
When I was manic once, but Trump.
There’s nothing in him.
I imagine there maybe once was.
But our predator in chief
Is not a president to me
And makes me feel like democracy
Is not for me.
And I am not a minority.
But today I imagine, a chance for change.
A time to heal the pain.
A time to unite as a country.
A time to figure out what went wrong.
A time to think.
A time to build.
A time to chill with ill will.
A time to bring hope to the poverty stricken
The diesenfranchised
The sick, the children
The hungry, those without power,
Those beginning the rebuild.
This season
We the people
Become the people
And
Together we can take the throne
If we unite together.

 

Jason Wright is the editor and founder of Oddball Magazine. His column appears weekly.