The Democratic Speeches.

Lyrical Jazz:

I watched in awe

at what I saw,

I felt a sense of calm;

from words thus spoke,

would angst revoke, spreading like a balm.

Four years of mounting anger,

combined with growing fear,

were lessened with each word I heard,

the danger chimed less clear.

A growing sense of purpose,

a vast internal sigh,

I felt I had a voice once more;

no more would I decry,

the poison of deluded minds,

insanity ever-present,

I felt freedom seldom mine;

now could I dissent.

Accustomed to a monotone,

my ears picked up the new,

tones of excitation,

and the words that rang so true.

There were years where all I felt,

was the growing disenfranchisement,

of many so deceived, by blatant aggrandizement;

by autocratic propaganda, echoing times to me, of moral deprivation;

when evil stripped identity from millions in a nation.

Democracy shone from every vote