the darkness is lit by artificial suns
crowds cheer and wave their flags
drunken kids climb up trees,
trying to get a glimpse of something, anything
we sit quietly and stare at the screen,
listening once again to his words
I feel proud and strong
but do not rejoice like the rest,
wondering instead what is to come ahead
knowing that it is but a step forward
and not truly an end
I am grateful for those who will find closure
I am sad for those who still won't
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