Thursday, November 8, 2012
A NEW DAWN IS RISING
Post election thoughts are swirling, fermenting, similar to another joyous outcome when Clinton was elected. I wrote a poem on that occasion that seems appropriate, until I write a new one.
ON INAUGURATION DAY, 1993
After the bombs bursting over Bagdad,
fireworks exploded over the capitol.
Bells rang to signal humanity's hope, not a hate.
Voices sang and chanted, not in pain or fear,
but in harmonious choral rhythms.
Sputtering sounds sprayed colors in the air.
Loudspeakers shouted praises
in a communion of celebration, not a litany of war.
Pictorials on large tele-monitors
bringing together the assembly
for the inaugural liturgy.
The work of the people
to be witnessed in glory.