On Obama's Inauguration

[duskyvyolet]

Nothing was sacred
and in that world
I took what was most revered
I took what gave me birth
and I defaced it
made it into other
spat upon its face
scrawled graffiti on its lines.

Nothing was sacred
and hope seemed lost.

Then, a glimmer in the dark
a glistening spark
from a star
to warm a January
to heat our hearts
and hope reborn
but still fragile and new
grew slowly
into a sun
a force for good
for freedom
for life
a hope for an end
to seemingly endless strife
a gift
a dream
and I thought to myself
"Could it possibly be
a new dawn, somewhere
flying once again proud
that the flag is still there?"