Roses Are Red, Violets Are Blue
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
The ballots were cast,
And Trump's journey renews.
Kamala stepped forward,
With visions to share,
But the voters decided
To shift the air.
Red states stood strong,
While blue held its ground,
Yet one voice was louder
In each battleground.
Some hearts are heavy,
Others elate,
The path now set
By choice and fate.
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
The future unfolds
For all—me and you.
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Elephants and Donkeys
PoetryElephants and Donkeys is my take on the aftermath of the 2024 U.S. Presidential Election. It's a poem about the heartache, the hope, and the uncertainty that follow a major shift in our political landscape. I wanted to capture the tension between re...
