Biden 46

A sonnet

Photo by William J Spirdione

We shout with glee, the race has now been called.
Joe Biden, the forty-sixth president.
So many waiting while the vote count crawled.
Biden/Harris, are ours, to represent.

Some weight has been lifted from our shoulders.
We still will have to bring the rest along.
Love our fellow man, not hate that smolders.
A chance to heal and make our nation strong.

We have to leave behind but not forget.
Democracy came close to being lost.
Injustice and hatred are still a threat.
The world is relieved, relations defrost.

Today, celebrate long-awaited win.
Then think of what this nation might have been.