The Echoes of Desolation

Title: The Echoes of Desolation

Trump has found a new favorite phrase,
A dark melody that fuels his ways,
It pierces, resounds, and knows no bounds,
Sowing discord in relentless rounds.

His words, like venom, drip with disdain,
A language of division, causing pain,
It echoes through the minds of the masses,
Leaving traces of shattered hope in fragments.

With every utterance, spirits tremble,
As bridges crumble and peace resembles
A fading memory lost in distrust,
While dreams of unity turn to dust.

Democracy weeps, its very core shaken,
As this phrase becomes a weapon forsaken,
But in the face of torment, hope shall rise,
United against discord, we defy.