“January 20, 2025”,
Note: This poem and its author do not aim to promote certain political views or alignments. He does not express the views of either political party and simply wishes to practise writing poetry.
The American flag flutters in cold, tumultuous winds.
Halfstaff.
“HE’S BACK” trends on Twitter.
The stage is empty.
Onlookers wait with bated breath.
Pure trepidation.
Some families argue at home.
Most force themselves not to talk about it.
Michelle has skipped out, though not many care.
Biden summons what little determination he has left to lead the Democrats out of office.
It is almost as if he is saying,
Hope is not yet lost.
Though, for his legacy, it has been.
Some popular classic plays through the speakers.
An opera singer bound to be forgotten within a week performs.
But the collective conscience could not care less…
It is focused on one and one only:
Him.
And it is not kept waiting for much longer.
Soon…very soon…
We’ll see…we’ll all see him.
He walks onto the stage.
We set our sights upon the future
or destruction
of America.
And the Canal.
And Greenland.
And the free world.
Presented to you live with a beaming smile.