Election Inspired Poem

Many apologies to Ginsburg and his poem that inspired it (all the more sadder for both of us if you don't know what it is). This is a day I feel better posting even mediocre art than none at all.

My Leader

My Leader, why do you grow with rage amidst throes of victory?

My Leader, how can we win the human war if we’re on both sides of it?

My Leader, is “hubris” another word for “resolve,”
only with more negative connotations?

My Leader, those other voices are tempting me again.
What does it mean that they speak in tones,
less assuring and comforting than yours?

My Leader, do you really have proof of a patriotic rapture?
Will the Throne of God look like yours?
I wonder how I’ll ever see him,
or how all of the chosen will fit on one side.

My Leader, this is quite bothering to me:
I am unable to ask questions quickly and give us both
too much to think about.

My Leader, I will not continue this poem if my mind doesn’t feel right going on
with questions we can't fill in like voting ovals.

My Leader, have you fallen down from your seat again?

My Leader, by praying I am putting my knotted back
to the sole of your descending foot as you start your climb.