Inaugural Thoughts Poem by Phil Mason

Inaugural thoughts

Restlessness and angst swirling around like so much
smoke and dust in the breezes of uncertainty
people fretful and worried for uncharted futures.

Darkness and cold, metaphors for the end of times
that seem ever present on the doorstep of a failing
nation confused and fearful of everything.

These are not the earmarks of hope.
These are not the earmarks of dreams.
These are not the earmarks of prayer.