All seems black and grey,
The colours voted off of the pallet,
In a truly literal way.
How can something already great
Be made great again?
Only by destroying what has been built up
And rebuilding in your sullen image.
But tomorrow the sun will still rise,
Hold your children close
And tell them it will be okay.
Nod at the multicoloured society that you are told to hate,
It is not too late.
Rise up, it’s still morning and despite the rain, we can endure.