By Benjamin Shapiro
These wheels have been turning
For longer than Trump
And to get the world burning
It just needed a bump,
So here we stand at the precipice,
A void we avoided for years,
And we who are understanding this,
Are on the verge of tears.
The drums are beating for a war,
A fiery wind’s a-blowing,
We all stand upon bloodied shore,
Waiting, watching, and knowing.