The Slate is Drawn Clean

The slate is drawn clean but fear grips the land.
From whence came this man,
and what guides his hand?
How did we get here, we wonder aloud.
And what will he write and store in the cloud?
With words he assailed us; could we not hear?
Logic has failed us. There's nothing to cheer.
The slate is drawn clean, this harsh Genie out.
He rages his rants and prances about.
The twit now becomes "The Twitter in Chief"
His words bring us heartburn
With no quick relief!
Oh, how I long for that wonderful day
When a proper president comes our way.

(C) K. L. Hicks, 2017