two more years,
I think,
until I won’t
get offended
on Twitter
or into fights
with “friends”
until I can
turn on the news
and not want to cry
until
it’s safe to pick up
a newspaper
without worrying
I’ll rip it to shreds
two more years,
I think,
we can get
through this
because
the days are long
but the years are short
and maybe
they will be
even shorter
we can only
hope
remember hope?
remember change?
who’s laughing now,
huh?
