This poem was originally written in October, 2018. At the time, it seemed more of a reflective piece, written prior to the elections in November of that year. The text has been edited to update the overall style, but the original theme remains the same. In light of the election of 2020, it seems to be an appropriate time to publish this poem again.
Voting has finally finished for yet another election
Americans have once again made their selections
As the election numbers begin to trickle in
People grow anxious to learn who will win
The past weeks have bombarded the airwaves with ads
Some of their messages are so negative and very sad
Candidates rekindle passions with their positions
Voters seek news outlets with impartial conditions
Democratic or Republican, both sides seek votes
Our world seems confused, filling with wild oats
Many look back at the past and yearn to return
But so much has changed in taking a wrong turn
Any nation steps forward, when citizens rally as one
Coming together, putting country ahead of anyone
Falling asleep in his chair, with the television still on
He awakens to see a nation coming together at dawn
America is the home of the brave and the land of the free
Let us all make our country as proud as it should really be
Big Sky Buckeye 