The Election of the President of Equality
Somehow, with the gradual dying away of blind white patriarchy,
young minds not enslaved by their own screen of unacknowledged
come forth at last and take the lighted stage,
seeing as they come
sudden miracle of potential the many thought impossible
emerging with them
into the light
after several hundred years of thinking by the few
was already there.
The ridiculing laughter at the ditzy liberals dies off somewhere beyond the wings,
from darkened corridors and smoky rooms.
The way of the world is changing.
The old curmudgeons look at each other in the dim light, over their
glasses of whiskey,
through curling smoke from fat cigars,
worn cards fanned in their hands.
One of them growls, we never stopped them, we never held them back. We
are not to blame.
Hell, some of them are even my friends.
Another one throws some bills onto a pile in the center of the table.
The game of poker never ends.
Ren Huntsinger, November 5, 2008