Inauguration Week

By: Lydia Crow


Amused disbelief,
derision, horror. We mock
the trumped-up man-child.

Laughter turns to fear,
and the newspapers threaten
tears before bedtime.

And now, just waiting.
Heads bowed, they shake in horror
at this brave new world.

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