January 20,2009 - Poem by William Chaplar
While walking through the woods, I came upon an open gate
and thought of the historical importance of this date.
How, from a haunted forest, a proud people once emerged
and left behind some of the pain connected to the scourge
their nation once subjected all their predecessors to.
This scourge would be concluded by an electoral coup.
But hopefully those people won't discover it's too late
for all of them to take advantage this open gate.
Comments about January 20,2009 by William Chaplar
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You