Kay Vitter - To Look for a Savior

The hairs on the back of my neck have stood
As straight as those ignorant proud;
My bones turned ice, my mussels wood,
To see such faith in the Obama crowd.

Like a dancers feet gone to goosestep
By some inexplicable urge
To do so… while truth, inept,
Pins me in its somber dirge.

Kay Vitter

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