Help us end this tired fiction.
Invoke an arc to leap the page.
The boorish villain
all fume and rant
cannot be saved.
Salve our radiant burns.
Spare us petulant rage.
Graft hope into our pores
dying to breathe again.
Free our plot past states of hate
and fears he will grab everything
left and right at stake.
Make our story good again.
We are bored with pain,
our small roles of fury
when we could do sedition.
We have memorized the Revolution
across pyrotechnic dreams.
So we pray,
inspire the draft,
the healing sequel to our scorched past.
But first, help us burn this narrative.
Write us parti-colored patriots,
hand in hand, witnessing the turn,
yellow-orange to ash.