I am in mourning.
I am regularly in tears.
I mourn the death of freedom
That we thought we had for years.
I mourn the death of patriotism
In an America once so great.
It has been replaced with bigotry,
Overtly replaced by hate.

I mourn the death of my country
That I used to be so proud of.
IT has been slapped int he face
By a storm troopers’ mailed glove.
I mourn the advent of cultism
Where due process is a crime.
I am so sad to see this land
Step back seven decades in time.

I wear a black armband now
To signal the loss of leadership.
Our land had taken up the cause
Of letting rights to equality slip.
I have lost almost all my serenity,
My sadness interrupts my sleep.
I try hard to rise above this fear
But the hatred runs too deep.

We have suffered fools before
In the office of our President.
We had so many years of madness
To picket, protest and resent.
But this time there is open hatred
For well over half our population.
I bow my head and cry out loud
For this dark time in our poor nation.