The Night of Elections

By, Sandra C. Wright*

 

‘Twas the night of Elections, of a red White House

Every creature was stirring, no fury could douse;

The plywood was hung on the windows with care,

In fear that the rioters soon would be there;

The children were hiding from all the adults;

Avoiding at all costs, these red and blue cults;

Biden in his basement, burning a MAGA cap,

Had just settled his brain for a dark winter’s nap,

On Social Media there arose such chatter,

I sprang to my phone to see what was the matter.

Red and blue fighting a belligerent clash,

So many posts were public, tagged by a hash.

Some friends were deleted that weren’t in the know,

Narrowing the mind only likeness can bestow,

When what do dueling politicians hold dear,

But a giant mansion and fine champagne, not beer

With big donors and minions to praise them and quick,

I knew in a moment they’re all full of S#!@.

Changing their stance as in a child’s made up games,

And they screamed, and they shouted, and blasphemed their names:

“You’re selfish! You’re racist! And you’re holding us down!”

“Do the math! It trickles down! You’ll make us all drown!”

Blue trending on Twitter! Facebook status on walls!

Hashtag away! Tag away! @ away all!”

As ballots get counted, we think we may die ,

Commenting on posts: “Kudos!” Or scathing reply;

So we wager our friends on one night or two.

For a President to deliver what we’re due.

And then the map twinkles with red and with blue

Praying and begging the polls were or weren’t true

As we watched the election, excitement abound,

Who will be the President for the next go ‘round.

Will he have a fake tan from his head to his foot,

Will he forget what to say in garbled output;

Comments abound that we can never take back,

Especially if losing, we go FULL ATTACK!

“He’s orange!—He’s a racist! He tweets like he’s crazy!”

“No HE’S racist, and talks like he’s a bit hazy!”

“He’s colluding with Russia and Iran in tow!”,

“Didn’t you know that China owns Hunter and Joe!?”

We all watch the votes tally – gritting our teeth,

And we hope the other candidate doesn’t cheat.

We sat anxiously – our eyes glued to the tele.

If our candidate wins, will our foes be jelly?

I almost called my best friend a stupid old elf!

I started to think I need to look at myself;

Should I turn off my phone and just go to bed.

I question the comments swimming in my head;

Did I let the election effect my work,

Opinions are rights; Ugh! I feel like a jerk!

Were my friendships worth, what I said in the throws?

Thinking myself clever, with facts and with prose:

I think what’s most important is how we relate,

And not what tears us apart in this silly debate.

So we must remember what binds us together —

“We’re AMERICANS, and we’re in this together!”

 

*A satyrical rendition of: A Visit from St. Nicholas by, Clement Clarke Moore