Seven Generations – Kaleidoscope Soup

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 was unmasked on a wintry day .

T’was too PC to take a knee, n’
T’was too much to stand for water with le grande nation sioux;
But lest we forget, in Liberty’s Garden, seeds of change are in always in abundance.

Plant seeds of #Hope.
Plant seeds of #Compassion.
Plant seeds of #Love.
Plant seeds of #Inclusivity.

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 (Inimicus Fraxinus Americana) sap,
And faces worn by the stretch of fear for a day that didn’t come.