The path was dark but I third my way,
My heart pumped, my legs trembled, and my body shaken,
Nightmare stories I heard my friends and family say,
How the dignity and respect of ours were taken.
Did Time magazine give Trump devil horns?
I continued my brisk walk with my face pale and the night grey,
Some shadows I saw at a distant, my heartbeat throttled quick,
And I tried to walk the best I could whom to say,
But the clumping footsteps were making me sick.
I prayed to be safe, my tears rolled down the cheek,
But I got lost in the dark woods not where I should,
Trying my best to find the path I seek,
Ran through the tall trees, green grasses, and a broken bridge without a miss.
Across the stream opposite, I saw the shadows peek,
Lamenting the catch they miss, and far away
I lay on the soft grass with a little fantasy of bliss.
