When in Disgrace in Fortune and Men’s Eyes

Will the humbled candidate go into the night with grace and humility?

The race is finished and the hoof beats have fallen quiet.

Yet now the clamorous downtrodden uprise in disgruntled riot.

Discontent and disillusion, partners in seething hate,

Raise their bloodied voices to the heavens, screaming and irate.

The prize was theirs, they are inconsolable, unable to accept defeat,

They are blind to facts, it is without question, their dismissal is complete.

Yet bereft of humility and elegance, their mob’s teeth bite, hew, and snap

They prefer to maim and claim falsehoods, pleading an evil trap.

Vanished is the acceptance of challenge, the worth of well fought pride

Honor lays in the street, a mongrel, kicked, abused, shriveling to hide.

Sniveling, they moan of foul play and demand some form of restitution,

Blindly they dismiss the very value of their hard fought constitution.

When will honor revisit the humbled and they accept their place?

When will respect for their own values return to elegantly enhance their case?

For now fists are raised and voices scream for righteous retribution

They deride their country and demand political revolution.

The world watches as tongues wag and eyes glare to pursue a fight

The losers will not go with decency into the gloom of the night.

Sadly, we witness the self-destruction of a respected institution

Because a beggared few refuse to accept Donald’s rightful persecution.

When handling their own affairs, will the American people find a modicum of self-respect and decency, which they so often enforce on other nations, without turning it into a bloody soap opera? Alas I fear not.

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