Editor,

The following is a poem about election fears:

Has love died?

Have we lost our souls?

Do angels quake and devils troll?

Will November bring peace and console

My fear?

Swing state, blue state, red state, my state

Of being suffers.

He said, she said, they all said,

But did they think?

I will, he will, she will,

But they won’t.

Checks and balances

Protect us all

From careless tempers

Before the fall.

Revolutionists bled,

Loyalists fled,

And I in my bed

Cannot sleep.

Did Jefferson pen with emails in mind,

Or pussies grabbed,

As he crafted the voice of the land

To free the future?

Oh help me lord,

For I strongly fear,

I will be insane

Before the end is here.

But maybe then

My mind will work,

And I can write poems

That do not hurt.

Christine Crowell

Coupeville