A suicide watch in Washington
My uncle has reached the frayed end of his rope.
He stands at the brink of despair.
He nervously ponders the options he has.
The thought of the fall leaves him scared.
A voice can be heard saying “Do it, old man!
We’d be better off if you jump!
The cliff that you’re facing is taxing for sure,
but you’ll probably land on your rump!”
My Uncle Sam counters, “Can’t we compromise?
Must I be the scapegoat for all?
Will you simply stand by with cameras in hand
and shutter away while I fall?”
I’m hoping the President offers Sam hope
and keeps him from taking a leap.
It’s no time for pushing or holding hard lines.
The cliff is both deadly and steep.