Sad Begining Poem by B. V. Dahlen

Heaven itself wept today
As broken hopes paraded
Through the avenues
Of my Capital,
As a hypocrite placed
His hand on a bible
And spouted sadness
Dread and lies.
I'm sure he'd like to think
That the dismal day
Caused his followers
To stay at home.
The reality that
It was dismay
Inspired by this sorry president
Never entered his head.
And so they danced,
He and his trophy wife,
Twirling heedless as
The broken, divided nation
Trembled in his triumph.