It rained on Inauguration Day.
Much like birds blacken the sky before an earthquake.
An empty head became our head of state.
And hope and change changed to fear and hate.
Like birds take to the sky before an earthquake,
we took to the streets to be seen and have our say.
We won't let hope and change become fear and hate
or what's precious to us be trampled and twittered away.
Taking to the streets to have our say -
marching - may be the last, best way
to keep freedoms from being trampled and twittered away;
eroded - six or seven decades.
So let's protest every day in every way
this empty head that's become our head of state
who wants to drag this country back six or seven decades.
And pray love reigns next Inauguration Day.
A rather rough draft for Midweek Motif~Change at Poets United