Whether viewed as bitter anguish
Or seen through lens of sordid glee
Question looms amidst the chaos
…..Will Chaos be…..the nominee
Bearing forth the Party's banner
…If thwarted…then…another route
That….of independent warrior
…..Third Party's…..Substitute
Spewing epithets…taunted hatred
…America's house of ill repute
Outed…a Nation's abject horror
….Chaotic…yes…..though resolute
Vowing acts…..of blatant racism
Admirers watch in smittened glee
Turmoil the moments raging fancy
…..Chaos...God's chosen….nominee
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem