For many, the inauguration of Joe Biden is seen as a close on the era of chaos. No longer does the man ruling our country use derogatory terms towards women and immigrants. No longer does the ever-climbing temperatures, and warnings of science go ignored and dismissed by a man who sees nothing but a price tag. No longer does the man in charge, spread nothing but lies to feed his ego and further sicken the easily misled and ever-growing population of the uneducated.
Inspired by Amanda Gorman's amazing poem, "The Hill We Climb," at the Joe Biden and Kamala Harris Inauguration, Jan. 20, 2021.
On the night of January 6th, 2021, my hope was frayed. The events of our country deepened the running edges of my trust, and ripped through the fragile fabric of democracy, freezing the world into silence. A void of uncertainty spread across the people, a void so delicate, lapping with tension, that it seemed even the slightest touch could tear free our connection, separating red and white, two peoples divided, two peoples that didn't use to be all that different, that used to be united as one.
I see that he's president, finally. I see he seeks to erase his predecessor and the tyranny that rushed through the administration that came before, I see how he is good, not bad, however simple those words may be. I see how he, instead of looking down on the people, looks up to them and seeks to serve them, not himself. Ask not what your country can do for you, ask what you can do for your country, that is his rule. Ask not, what can I gain from this. Ask, how can we gain from this. How can we reverse the scars and tears that were carved into our history? We cannot, should not erase the pain of the people. To do so would belittle all the suffering the people have faced. We can, however, seek to eradicate the mandates, the sermonic rules that created that pain, that suffering, in the hope that our actions will prevent it in the future.