Strange I’ve seen that face before
The face that took millions of lives and more
Thought we bid goodbye last century
But here you are again, as grim and ugly
Naive was I, thinking you had fled
The worm, in truth, lay coiled within the apple’s bed
The opportunity being here to hog the show
You’re winking at many as your deeds grow
Lucky are you, devious serpent
Today, your day, more than emergent
Polarized world, identity retreats, fake news – your domain
Your nauseous ideas find fertile terrain
I hope each gazing in the glassy mirror
Realizing your role in crimes, wars, and sorrow
Will refuse, feeling horror
To embrace the darkness tomorrow