Back to the grind

The big celebration is now over

Decorations and props have been taken down

Both the podium and parking lot are empty

Trash is strewn all over the ground

The high-energy atmosphere is dropping

Silent attendees are walking away

Loud chatter and excitement have been replaced

Now no one has anything to say

No more comradery, or being on one accord

It seems everyone has lost their fight

The rainbow has been hidden behind a cloud

Cinderella flees because it is midnight

Each person heads to their personal corner

In their own little spot in the world

From a moment of promise and hope

Back to haters, they have been hurled

The beautiful gown is changed to rags

Poof the gold carriage is gone

Again it's the pumpkin it always was

Unity dissipated each attendee feels alone

Returned to sit among the cinders

Waiting for Prince Charming

Nothing has really changed

It's all so alarming

We were going to conquer the world

Now the sentiment has faded

Promise and hope replaced

By dreams that have been jaded

Not everyone believes in the cause

Truth and reality creep into the mind

Ignorance and intolerance await

It's time to go back to the grind