A friend’s daughter wrote this last week after the election. He emailed to see if I had an interest in posting. I got busy traveling and failed to, but wanted to make sure this got up.

Red

The dark horses, it’s over now

We’re counted out

We’re felled and down

Amidst a struggle ugly to remember

Do we regret this fight we fought?

Not one bit of one of us, our ground we’d hold

Screaming to ears turned numbed by blue cold

We’d fight it all again, our founding not to rot

Doesn’t mean we’ve lost the war

Just shifts degree, domain – what we’re fighting for

Cause either way we’d have to fight

To keep or rid, succeed or die

But this battle is crucial for good to sit

They started it, we’ve picked it

They wished this coming doom

We all head towards inevitable blue gloom

Their leader’s lies they just consumed

So grab your yoke, and we’ll resume

We’ll all pull this cart together

Thunderheads form above and to new law we’re all tethered

Every one of us would crane his neck

To meet another dark horse along this dark path

Subdued yet still free and preparing to fight again

We’d flare nostrils and lock eyes – for what gain?

The dream we had for this land would flow between us

It’s not dead, that I can promise.

Then the jerk of the reign

Pulling us down this blue-paved way

Justice slips but come again:

We’ll slowly cut away this chain

Until the land runs free, alive, red