Whence cometh such fear that casts its shadow across the land?
With great fear of tempests strength, only fragments left to stand.
While those attentive to fear’s source await their fate.
They know only all is lost … any hope arrives too late.
But why such fear if they are attentive as they claim?
There’s free knowledge in her village, and outcomes all the same.
For she, if, victorious … will be champion to us all,
with justice widely spread, difference in income small.
And why fear if the other snares victory from defeat?
For we all shall find our fortunes, despite the latest tweet.
Hear his boisterous oath, he’ll make our country great.
Wherefore all is well, lest he feast on extant bait.
So Rest In Peace all citizens, sleep sound and do not cry.
For have either in their taintless backgrounds ever lied?
(the Random Political Poet:100116