Poets & others diss the Inaugural poem
as irrelevant or inequal to the day, but
I like how it doesn’t just make Obama
the ‘mutt’ savior of all colors, races, etc.
Its B-roll takes us down to our daily life
where things are now the election's over.
Can we handle the present’s dire conditions?
Do we have a choice? Yes, & we exercised it.
Now to repair a badly damaged country's
damaging others. If that isn’t enuf for you,
what is? Watch it fade to action; action,
correction; repair, reparations. Not quite
noble enuf for you? Get real.
(22 JAN 09, Santa Clara CA) v6