Eulogy

[Plucketeer]

Beneath the thin, wind-tousled white hair
There was hope, there was compassion, there was justice
The authenticity of these embraceable goods was solid
An authenticity validated thru decades of demonstration

Sadly, like famed aviatrix, Earhart - hope took wing into Oblivion
Against odds unforeseen, our intrepid hero fell short
The agony of the aftermath is searing pains to the heart
We came SO CLOSE to civility and tolerance and empathy
So close to handing the country to the people who rightfully own it
And THEN..... to have it all disappear into the abyss.
An abyss formed by the catalysts of selfishness and deceit.
Sorrow and despair are inadequate descriptors as we watch this country torn to shreds.

[Donkees]

1. ''Not Me, Us''