With each word uttered,
I watch him diminish and fade.
His voice becoming white noise
–like so many others, whose self-proclaimed
self-importance dissipates.
Fleeting.
A brief glimmer. A will-o-wisp.
A passing ghost ship in the night.
How long is hate sustainable?
How long can all the lies be denied?
The country awakens from a deep sleep.
Hope takes hold.
Like a train, it picks up speed.
Like an avalanche, a force of nature
sweeping up the undecided in its path.
Incomparable.
Unstoppable.
Its beauty reflected in the faces of all races,
stunning to silence the hardcore racists.
Denial and dissonance no longer holding sway.
Hope.
Can you feel it?
And, more importantly,
can you believe it?
Anger holds no place here..
Bigotry holds no place here.
The orange veil has been lifted. We see the little man
behind the curtain for who he is,
All "smoke and mirrors"
There is no magic. There is no power.
We, we the people, hold the power, don’tcha know?
It’s been inside us all along!
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