Hello @ericvancewalton, I read this poem with great interest. And while aspects of it were rather straightforward and visceral. I was captivated by what was not said.

As a writer, you know that much of what is written is quite subjective, and it is not that the reader might not have his/her finger on the pulse. It might be a fact that the pulse is different and hence has a different beat. And therefore, my interpretation might be completely different from what you are trying to convey. But, nonetheless, I hope you will appreciate this if you take time to read this response.

As a non-American I, like much of the world outside of that land, continue to watch this DT phenomenon in disbelief and might I daresay concern.

Where did this new normal come from? Was it not already there? Did this new normal spring up from the dung heap of this crumbling New Rome?

DT did not get to the Oval Office by a coup. He was voted into office by millions of like-minded Americans. He did not fall from the sky. He was raised by American parents. Attended some of America's best institutions and was mentored by some of America's best minds.

As such, (and I assume your poem hints at this) did not this normal exist in some form, and Mr. Trump is merely that entity that has given a voice to this new normal in New Rome?