The march of time has done for one good man;

America has opted for a fool,

But once they suffer four years at his school,

They’ll spit out their disgust, because they can.

Societies will dabble with the dark

Until the day the scales fall from their eyes,

When, faced with routine bigotry and lies,

They understand this is no campaign lark.

Then honesty and decency prevail,

As every false connivance is reversed;

Fog’s unappealing blanket is dispersed

And optimism’s odyssey sets sail.