The Waiting Game

These are dark days, torn and broken

America now, a ticking time bomb, 

A nation on the brink of martial law

It's populace under house arrest,

Imploding on multiple fronts all at once

People  losing all sense of reality, 

Their Constitution now bruised and battered

Clouds of  reason erased and shattered,

Stained by White Supremacist- in Chief 

Impeached for incitement  of insurrection,

I am sick of eyes so dark they can''t relate

And the  hands that sought to desecrate,

A cruelty of vision, that created  division

Leaving five dead, caused by spiteful emission,

Countless more in the days and months ahead

The consequences of his superspreader event,

Under infected skies, pandemic runs its course

As hollow undignified man offers no remorse,

It's a perilous waiting game for now

Time for  healing winds of change to blow,

The need for peaceful thoughts and reflection

The blind to accept result of Presidential election,

Keep the darkness of hatred from calling once more

Retrieve the sense of intellect and seek to restore,

Beyond emboldened discordant voices, dispense some cure

So this  'land  of the free, home of the brave' may endure,

For the stars and stripes to fly with pride again

Truth to become the victor, to erase all hurt and pain.