Can we, really?

Upon you we lay our hopes and our dreams.
Upon you we cast aside all our fears.
In you we find humanity still gleams.
It’s you we find beyond the veil of tears.

You came to us in times of desp’rate need.
Our land, our people full of utter strife;
By words of leaders, innocents did bleed;
The words of few destroyed many a life.

And then you came, and brought with you such change –
we could not help but see you and believe.
From coast to coast, our feelings shall arrange,
once you have mended us, our pains relieved.

In future they shall know how we began,
In hearts and minds one small phrase, “Yes we can.”

-Clara Walton


I know not what my fleeting glance perceives,
When probing obscure corners of my mind,
But something there of madness I conceive
Which flits not before my eyes, but behind!

The dragons of enchantment will not own
That we elected demons to Congress
The Devil as our President is known,
But to this truth no man would soon confess.

Yet know I well that all these things are real,
That our nation stands on the precipice;
And if we jump, the world itself will feel
The falseness of Obama's stately bliss!

For if I am mad, let it be said,
His words were worthless, but they were read.

-Ethan Osten


(Ethan's a jerk.)