The following is a poem written by an NC State who is studying abroad in Ecuador. It is her prespective about the election from abroad. Disclaimer: this is a translation from the Spanish version.
two meteors
break through the skies
soaring towards the world
leaving paths in the stars
of red
white
and hope
those blind look up
from glasses foggy
and comfortable
those desperate look up
from eyes tired
and full of fear
two neighbors look up
and see the same dancing stars
one wishing for more supremacy
the other screaming for some liberty
two disasters
soar towards our world
separating our heavens
dividing our neighborhoods
until the eighth of November