Someday in Political History

This is a topical poem
regarding a recent important current event.

The sky is blue.
The air is crisp.
The weather has turned
and a quiet has fallen over the city.
The last
is a good thing.
These are all good things.

Peace reigns
in moment
and we can
for now
relax.

If you say
that this is the day
we all burn,
skin melting into sinew
into bone
into soul.
If you tell me that the end is here
because of the decisions of the beloved leadership
and their wisest choices
for the welfare of their people,
then I suppose
I could accept it.

The peace of today
may make it
worthwhile.

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