The changing of the guard
From old to over-ripe,
From male to male again,
From white to sort of white.

The pointing of the finger
At all ‘wrongs’ but your own.
The boasting in the playground,
The constant need to moan

A snatching of desires,
A bedeviling of the other,
A building up of walls,
An acceptance of the liar

It makes you wonder when
A proper change may come,
With hope for all the people,
To let us dream as one.

Today is Trump’s inauguration. Like many I am uneasy about the political implications. I can’t help but feel that rather than become great again, American has got stuck in some nightmare rut of alpha testosterone. (Today is also Main Luther King Day in America.)
(20.01.25)

© Ben Quant 2025
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