Today I wear black
Tomorrow, I might be wearing a sack,
Because, I am in sadness and in mourning
Today, is but a forewarning.
We have lost all unity and hope
To which I don't know how to move on or cope,
Instead of showing ourselves and the world that we could be better
Instead of being peaceful, kind and caring, we sent out a hate letter.
I'm mourning the fact that instead of embracing an opportunity
We have not shown the world, and our children a unity,
We were not ready or willing to grow as a nation
Instead we prefer to embrace old hate, outdated ways in a relation.
We now have historic divisions
In all provisions,
I mourn because the damage that is to come
It will not end in four years, like a case of rum.
It will remain, as a stain on our country long after this has passed
The country has been used and gassed
The lives that will be impacted,
Their beliefs will not change, will not be repaired, or subtracted.
The examples shown to our children cannot be unseen
Like a child that refuses to stay clean,
I mourn because my heart breaks for our country and democracy
Because, now I sadly see what my country will be.
Randy L. McClave
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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