The Blue Election
Is there nothing we can do?
Confusion swirling, head now hanging-
staring down at nails of blue.
Excitement extinguished,
hungry for knowledge
that would make it untrue.
Grasping for hope
that once was,
separating from the buzz.
History was supposed to be made.
And it was.
The Blue Election
Is there nothing we can do?
Confusion swirling, head now hanging-
staring down at nails of blue.
Excitement extinguished,
hungry for knowledge
that would make it untrue.
Grasping for hope
that once was,
separating from the buzz.
History was supposed to be made.
And it was.