Turning and turning in the Washington gyre
The politicians cannot hear the people;
The country falls apart; the center cannot hold;
The Southern Strategy is resurrected
And loosed upon the world,
The brain-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of Democracy is drowned;
The center lacks all conviction, while the margins
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some correction is at hand;
Surely a reckoning is at hand.
The reckoning! Hardly are those words out
When a harrowing vision vexes my sight:
Somewhere in sands of Florida
A man with no morals and the ego of a spoiled child,
A character as dark and dangerous as dictatorship,
Is shambling his way to power, while all about him
Reel the shadows of grasping sycophants.
The damage is done; and now I know
That two centuries of spotty democracy,
Are turned to nightmare again by a narcissist’s dream,
When a terrifying clown, his hour come round at last,
Slouches toward Washington to be crowned.