One Voice

Sitting at the television,

Watching the inauguration,

A young woman goes on stage,

She says she has a vision.
 

Right then and there, the shadows fade,

All that’s left is a shining place,

Where we are told that our ideas,

Will be worth the chase.
 

She sees that light of which she speaks,

Embodies it with grace,

In gold and red, a blinding ray,

The end of night, a newborn day
 

Another young woman, with a dream,

Yet not afraid of what she believes.

And through the dark, a spark resides,

Still too hidden to be criticized.
 

On world TV, in front of all,

The opinions, beliefs, large, and small.

She kindles the spark, feeds it heat,

And lets it breathe.

A poet and the president,

Two dreams have been fulfilled.

Yet out of the artist's courage,

A million voices are heard.