Sometimes I am glad that you are gone
You would be startled to perceive the strange new scene
That a nation educated could choose one
A card to be their presidential meme.
Leonard Cohen hung on with his frail thread
But fell when dreaming of the latest polls
And you, too, are perhaps comforted in death
You don’t have to vote for shipwrecked fools
Yet we who’re strong must live and hope for good.
The virtues of the noblest minds aid ours.
We must cultivate the tender buds.
And not assume ourselves to be mere cowards.
For one good person, God would not destroy
The Sodom we’ve created in false joy.