Politics

There are a few things I steer clear of on here which are bound to offend or upset someone, one is politics. I haven't posted much about the election on here for that very reason.

So, I'm not going to start now. I will just leave you with this poem.

When the spent sun throws up its rays on cloud 

And goes down burning into the gulf below, 

No voice in nature is heard to cry aloud 

At what has happened. Birds, at least must know 

It is the change to darkness in the sky. 

Murmuring something quiet in her breast, 

One bird begins to close a faded eye; 

Or overtaken too far from his nest, 

Hurrying low above the grove, some waif 

Swoops just in time to his remembered tree. 

At most he thinks or twitters softly, 'Safe! 

Now let the night be dark for all of me. 

Let the night bee too dark for me to see 

Into the future. Let what will be, be.'

by Robert Frost