The Battle That Was Against Me

In one of those moments
when a world gives way,
a street vendor of ice
becomes vice-president,
the marginal are exalted
and the rigid and the humorless
shun old traditions.
You can’t build a country
in a culture of fear, I saw,
or find solace
in the ranks of the despised.

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