This is what I thought on Dec 2nd. I still feel better when I read it.

[no1bodyspecial]

I put my head in my hands
By R.P. McKeon (2004)

I put my head in my hands
On that cold winter’s night.
November 2nd if I recall...
Yeah that’s right.

Cold as the dickens,
Ice on my beard.
The night had me wondering,
Full of the fear.

I called out in the blackness,
Yelled loud as I could.
But not a word could be heard...
As if it should.

The wind turned and blew stiff,
Smack to my face,
Fell flat on my ass,
Then left in disgrace.

I looked to my left
And then to my right,
No one had seen,
No souls in sight.

Then suddenly the wind
The rain and the cold,
Turned into a warmth
That softened my soul.

Left startled and stranded
A little bit dazed,
I sat and I pondered
As if lost in a maze.

Till sunset I sat
And watched the clouds roll.
Still full of that feeling
That softened my soul.

The blue, red, and purple
In the sunset that eve,
Gave life a new meaning
Something to believe.


All women and men,
Dead from the war,
For all of their fathers
And mothers I swore,

Never again will your children be used
To flex as a muscle or used as a tool.
Sent to protect the interests of few,
Unarmored and weakened by the rush of the fumes.

So that feeling I had
Of warmth after cold,
Is the same I will have
When the new becomes old.

The president of
The US of A
Has served his last term,
Do not dismay.

Our eyes are now opened,
Minds wide awake,
Get Bush out of dodge,
For heavens own sake…

[BikeWriter]

1. Dayum, you'll hit 10,000 posts in no time like that ! :-)