The time comes for men to be great
to be more than their limits
the hand that bore Stone Hand insists:
“This is what you were made for”
And Stone Hand wonders if he
has forsaken his birthright
It is possible that he is not man enough
to fulfill his own destiny
“I am here, I can give you a way”
the hand that bore him insists
“But you will take the White House
In my name, and your own
We’ll do it at any cost.”
Stone Hand relents
He thinks that the people
could use a stalwart leader
In the face of all that rages
The wars, the death, the unchecked
Economic systems that render our lives
on this planet as fragile as our bones
Against the explosives of terrorists
Stone Hand feels truly powerless
The loudest threat to the country he loves
must be met with unflappable resistance
And the tantrums of the Russians
must be kept to shows of relevance
Not fanned into something unmanageable,
The leader must manage the mounting debt
Ensure that there is a properly trained workforce
competent to keep intellectual pace internationally
The laundry list is long, and even with
the hand that bore him;
The hand that has gotten fatter,
more pale from laziness and no time under sun;
Stone Hand feels inadequate
and he does what he feels is his only good step
Stone Hand return homes
and leaves the governance to real humans
with a real stake in preserving the future
for their wives, husbands, and children
the things a Stone Man
could never touch gently
And the hand that bore him is enraged
to be without a champion in the race
the empire he’d assembled
is slowly dismantled.
The man who became President
of these United States
was no better than Stone Hand
and there was a puppet hand
dangling his strings.
The memorial to Stone Hand
stands for those who selflessly get out of the way
hoping for greatness to fill his place,
admirable even if no good man arises.