In "A Reckoning for a Nation's Madness",  the terrifying consequences of the 2024 U.S. election are laid bare, where a nation’s democratic pillars crumble under the weight of unchecked power. With the alignment of the executive, legislature, and judiciary, the poem tries to starkly capture a political landscape where the essential checks and balances have vanished. Trump’s return to power, paired with toxic Musk’s rise, signals an era of unrestrained rule, where the people’s choice has set the stage for an unthinkable future. This piece wants to serve as a powerful call to reflect on the dangers of losing democratic safeguards and the grim reality of a world where tyranny reigns unchecked. The poem’s fierce urgency hopefully serves as a stark warning about the long-term repercussions of political apathy and the erosion of freedom.

November fifth, the die was cast,

A nightmare born, this time to last.

The voters' choice, a dark disgrace,

A monstrous figure, none can face.

 

Trump, once more, ascends his throne,

In lands where truth is overthrown.

No cries of fraud, no bitter plea,

For victory's grip is all they see.

 

But worse than this, a greater plight—

The people's choice has set the fight.

Congress bowing, courts in tow,

A dictator’s rule begins to grow.

 

And then, from nowhere, Musk appears,

A clone of Trump, with childish sneers.

A rich man’s will, a toxic brand,

Spreading their poison through the land.

 

The world now faces this cruel tide,

As they impose their foolish pride.

And nations tremble, bound by fear,

For war and vengeance draw too near.

 

It’s clear to see, despite the polls,

That women too have lost their souls.

Admiring strength or fearing pain,

They chose the monster once again.

 

Minorities, once hurt and slighted,

Now stand beside the beast, united.

Blacks and Latinos, deep betrayed,

Their votes for Trump, now firmly laid.

 

A sickness spreads, unfathomable,

A moral wound, so undeniable.

This nation, blind, will bear the cost,

For liberty’s soul is truly lost.

 

This reckoning’s here, it cannot wait,

The world will mourn this grievous fate.

And in the end, when all is done,

What future’s left for anyone?