The Day After (Black Cloud)

I don’t know how to write this poem;
I’m nauseous and depressed.
Instead of moving forward,
Seems this country has regressed.

I’m fearful for the future
And I shudder at the thought
Of a leader whose demeanor
Such divisiveness has wrought.

There’s a black cloud that’s descended,
Filling half of us with dread
But we have to keep our strength up
For the battles still ahead.