Before us the great charlatan
Beats his drum and froths
Sheep bleating at his heels
Who holds the leash?
And we mired on Facebook
Just where he wants us
Wringing our uncertain hands
Arguing with enemy trolls
Where are the children?
No longer does the blood
Compel an averted gaze
Through phones we stare
To capture the sickness
Is honest vision frightening?
This must surely end
Rome will again fall
Hear the marching hoard
Which side shall prevail?
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