The patriot's dilemma

He was a tall man,
A sturdy man,
A rugged man,
A certain man.

If he said it was Christmas tomorrow,
Go hang out your stocking.
A knight in dusty cowboy clothes.

Vanquished foes came to meet this man,
Who loved his land, who felt strongly
about things, political things.

And he worked for a man,
Asked people to vote for a man,
But when that man lost?

“I didn’t vote for him,”
the western voice said,
“But he’s my President”
And wished the other man well.

I thought of that man the other day.
As we angrily rolled along.
Another new leader, more disappointment.
Disappointed voices huddling to one side,
Darkened words rising from the opposite corner.
How we have fallen
Over the years,
Can we not come to say?

And what if it had been
The other way?

"I didn't vote for her..."