They came with defeat’d flags,
Broken spirits and tatter’d rags.
Hats of red and hearts treaded in black–
Cryin’ as though they had just been laid upon the rack.
What a difference a day makes,
A summer’s assembly was cited as a riot,
But home-grown ʇerrorism walked unmask’d on a wintry day .
T’was once too PC to take a knee, n’
T’was once too much to stand for water with le grande nation sioux
And thus woe, lest we forget,
to Plant seeds of #Hope,
Plant seeds of #Compassion,
Plant seeds of #Love,
Plant seeds of #Inclusivity.
Seeds of change are in always in abundance in Liberty’s Garden for those that care to dream.
What a difference a night makes,
The flames of intolerance have quietly subsided.
Bathed in moonlight and star shine,
Luna’s scent calms the tears of pepper’d stain lashes.
They left on deflat’d winds,
Rudely awaken’d from a television dream;
Shoes stain’d by a Benedictian tree’s (Inimicus Fraxinus Americana) sap,
And faces worn by the stretch of fear for a day that didn’t come.