Presidency

Oh, red and blue
what will I do,
when, a end of day
the man to rule, is what you'll say.
And woe begone the whistle hound
and woe begone the midnight prowler
Again, agin, the Bell toll sounds
Liberty, she cries in her last hour.

A small backstory on this one-- as you no doubt guessed, I wrote this sometime again, i.e. when Trump was running against Obama.

Poem by. M.Z.
Photo credit:http://spirittype.com/obama-led-trump-dharma-perspective/