Though I encountered it earlier, this poem has been making the rounds during this election season (though making the rounds is all relative, isn’t it?). It’s no wonder. This year, this season, we have been dealt so many reminders that the world can be a terrible place. That the awfulness is always with us. Is this nihilistic? Maybe, but maybe not, when we come back to hope, as this poem does in the end.
“This place could be beautiful,
right? You could make this place beautiful.”
