I woke in a cold rain to the train wreck that is our country.
How did it go so wrong: the blame-check that is our country.
We thought love could trump hate,
but bigotry won, this flaming deck, our country.
Red spread all over the map
eclipsing the blue paint specks: our country,
too, though it doesn’t feel that way this morning:
the Right hold a blank check to ruin our country.
Be the light you want to see in the world, Barbara.
Don’t let the dark that’s been unleashed overtake our country.