Noteworthy news this week is the closeness of the Democratic race for the nomination. The choices are clear and stark; or are they? Two firsts, one an unknown quantity to an extent. The other well known. It may be their strengths are also their weaknesses. On one hand, the lack of experience may tell against him. On the other, her experience may evoke a negative response. This poem is an attempt to see the differences more clearly, perhaps.
Decision
The Union’s in a state of flux,
uncertainty really is the crux.
Who to choose, to serve the throng.
It’s hard to tell, we can’t be wrong.
White knight, the common people’s friend,
who fights beside them to the end?
Or black bishop, who stands for change,
for hope, for freedom on the range.
“Our time has come.” he says on high.
“Come for what?” opponents sigh.
Both they stand for a first,
to quench the never ending thirst
for love, liberty and more.
Or maybe just to even the score.
As in chess you must decide
which piece is best to turn the tide.
Black bishop, aspiring to the throne.
White knight, her courage she has honed
with brave deeds in battles past,
for her, at least, the die is cast.
Whoever of the two prevails,
will surely grasp the holy grail.
Ollie Lind
