Can We Now Say It's Finally Over?

On a January dreary, while we nestled in, so weary

of the lies and past corruption, tormented by the interruption

of a man bent on destruction.

Four long years of evil lying, is there anyone still buying?

Hateful rage and  evil  fright,  fires to light his evil night.

 Can his soul withstand the fight?

He tells us all he won't be quiet, not without a vengeful riot,

But his rage is dying out,

He's left with but a boyish pout,

and memories of his winless bout.

Now a new dawn rises slow, beaconing the one to go,

Our hopes begin to dawn anew,

all the nightmares won't come true.

Can we now just say it's through?

 

by John Watson