Today I weep for the world.
For the man with the winning temperament.
He wasn’t wrong.
For the daughters and wives and mothers who can be told “if the president does it, it must be okay”
For the sons and the husbands and the fathers who look to a man obsessed with walls and towers.
For the woman who fought the hard fight and endured the cackles of the jackals as they chant.
I weep for the man who hands his country over to a tyrannical business mogul and not to a weeping grandmother.
I weep because I am uncertain about the future.
A future where freedom means doing whatever you want rather than whatever is right
And bravery means the courage to offend whomever comes in your way.
Today I weep for the land of the free and the home of the brave.