What the ?!
What the ?!,
Are you kidding me?
(The grim conclusion seeps in, uninvited see)
So it’s just me.
(Paused, in the face of inevitable futility)
I need to change your mind…
No, I don’t think so, see.
(The only air left is of stale defeat)
Are mine to keep.
(A resurgence of strength and identity)
Where there’s a majority,
There is an elite.
(Alone I will stand confident, happy)
This poem, so beautifuly titled, i think can be applied to relationships, idealisms, and at the time of writing, the results of the election.