By Dan Blum
How will the republic fall?
A raging mob that storms the wall?
Waving Uzi and grenade?
Ransacking through some hallowed hall?
Because we chose of our free will
A false Messiah to fulfill
A vain and haughty dream
Proclaim our greatness on live-stream,
Lead us through a heavenly door,
And poof our nation is no more.
For all we hold most dear, that seems
So permanent, so set
Is in truth as delicate
That forms upon an April night
And melts off in the morning light