Come Easter Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

The strategist speaks with a steady gaze,
Predicting the end of the current days.
He looks at the map and the mood of the street,
And sees a coming and crushing defeat.

He says when the ballots are cast in the fall,
A wave of blue will rise up tall.
He claims that the weight of a heavy loss
Will show the leader who is the boss.

He says by the time that the Easter bells ring,
The job will be done, such a quiet thing.
'He'll grow quite bored when the crowds look away,
And leave the desk for another day.'

The host offers bets, but he shies from the game,
Focusing only on what's in a name.
The critics call out with a bitter reply,
While the weeks and the months go drifting by.

It's a story of power, of risk, and of pride,
With nowhere for politics left to hide.
Whether he leaves or decides he will stay,
The future is waiting to have its own say.