The Dow Jones drops again; but now I know
That the Civil War, eight score years now gone,
Was kept aflame by a failed Reconstruction;
And what dumb thug, elected—fuck!—again,
To Washington, loathes you, views you with scorn?

Troubles my sight: somewhere in the outer boroughs
A shape with hippo body and the hate of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Seeks to avoid prison; while all about it
Reel shadows of the gutless white-shoe law firms.

Jeffries is on book tour, while Stephen Miller
Is full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely a war plans group chat are at hand.
A war plans group chat! Hardly are those words out
When a vast warning, ignored, from Bernie Sanders