I awoke this morning
from a nightmare
and realized
It is real.
Today, the pundits lunge
like vultures on the news.
The would-be king has now
officially been given the reign.
This is the story we are to write.
We will now witness Chapter 2.
The opening odious salvos loom.
Who will be the initial causalities?
I feel heaviness in my heart, not fear.
I sense myself submitting to grieving.
I will allow it, in love, to run its course.
And there is something else emerging.
I was born a warrior, tho not in physique.
It's my soul, lifted on the wings of angels.
Behind the heaviness there rests a power.
It has been aroused; its quiescence ended.
It possesses a mighty roar, a deadly strength.
But is shall not wield its strength as a sword.
It shall galvanize vision, hope, determination.
It will summon courage and the will to create.
Tho hate rains this moment, love reigns siempre.
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