Disappointment heaped upon disappointment, 
it's apparent that death
is an optimal option,

Though as it winds down, I wish
To see what history will say
Of our current situation,

Whether America had a brief fling
With totalitarianism in 2025,
that ended when sane minds removed the threat,
forty-seven and his corrupt and incompetent administration,
and righted the ship.

Or will history record that 2025, and 
Forty seven, ushered in the beginning of the end,
Unleashing chaos upon a warring world, 

And the American dream of democracy, freedom,
And peace rent asunder; the Christian 
Republican army goose-stepped all the way to Armageddon,

History is watching, history is judging,
And the country is at sea, torn apart in scrabbling factions
A million miles from uniting, or even understanding,

Except to know that our stature, our strength,
Our dignity, and our pride diminish
With each lie, every ludicrous, punishing executive order,

Forty-seven, scuttling the ship of state, 
Listing hard to starboard, water running over the gunwales,
In a choppy sea. Mayday. Mayday. 
Mayday.