At thirty thousand feet, nine hours remain
Japan, we’ve still four thousand miles to make
That’s time enough to probe within my brain
And contemplate this race, what is at stake
A fraction of our people feel left out
Frustrated, seems they just can’t get ahead
Dissatisfied and vaguely filled with doubt
About their future. They want change instead
A fraction of our citizens recall
When times were terrible, not long ago
They lost their jobs, their homes, their savings all
They welcome the recovery, ‘though it’s slow
One camp wants change no matter who’s the source
They’re easy prey; they’re ripe for any ruse
Trump paints their world as bad, but then, of course
He is the one to fix it, should they choose
By Clinton, things are better than before
But still they have a long way yet to go
And she’s the agent they’ve been waiting for
She knows the ropes and she can make it so
And then there’re those behind the candidates
Who raise the dough; who strategize the race
It is their job to paint their person great
While labeling the other a disgrace
And then there are the candidates themselves
One deeply flawed but talented in ways
That do endear him to his following
He is their champ, Trump cons them with his play
And Clinton much maligned, unjustly so
For being female, strong, uniquely smart
She can’t be trusted everybody knows
Just stay at home and play the woman’s part
Change is not a goal in of itself
Change from what to what one needs to know
With Trump uncertainty, no inner self
With Clinton, steady, forward as she goes
We’re still at altitude; one third remains
And that’s a metaphor, where this race is
The stakes are chaos versus steady gains
The title, President, don’t let be his
