For the next four years, with fingers crossed,
I’ll hope that all the joy we’ve lost
We can recover, at a cost
That we can all afford.
I do not pray, but if I did,
I’d ask that somehow we’d be rid
Of all the hate that made us skid
Right off the deepest end.
The days ahead will seem unreal,
Yet all the pain and fear we feel
Will, hopefully, begin to heal
And help our souls to mend.
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