I look around from where I sit and write,
Consider what emerges in my sight,
And shudder in disgust that covers fright.
I know that more and worse is yet to come
Of what parades in an uneven pace,
Swallows up the music, fills the space
With clamor, posts an ugly painted face
On every wall, leaves truth-speaking dumb.
The numbers swell that join the thronging crowd,
And each new member makes the din more loud
That trumpets peril, is of evil proud,
And strives towards zero for its final sum.
I say what I can say. To what avail
I do not know; I doubt I can prevail.

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