For Kamala Harris Poem by Keith Shorrocks Johnson

Dark mistress of the ancient amazons,

Whose strength of heart is boundless, it is said -

Her state of golden promise like the sun's

Brings hope of joy and better days ahead



I have seen fair roses blossom red and white

But no such roses see I in her cheeks -

Rather the cup of gold blooms in delight

With every remedy her justice seeks.



I love to hear her speak, for well I know

That truth is still the world's most pleasant sound

And with it deeds which simple virtues show

That life with love and care will best abound.



Yet by heaven, I think such virtue rare

As any key to life that rogues may share.