A Recrudescence of Dark Shadows

Upon the threshold of time, where history trembles,
recrudescence unfolds, haunting shadows resemble.
Trumpet's blare, a call to fear, coming of past's sins drear,
return of a reign, that once divided, yet draws near.

Ignorant of the craft, the weaver's web he slashes,
Our Economics falters as bull and bear clashes.
A tyrant is reborn, as a phoenix with scorched wings,
His policies ignite, the ember of hatred sings.

Disdain for the masses, a disregard for their cries,
Their needs neglected as his selfish desires rise.
A nation torn asunder, a people's anguished plight,
A recrudescence of darkness, swallowing the

Love prevails over hate within the hearts of the just,
Their voices rise, united in hope and trust.
A symphony of resistance, a song of peace,
Their anthem swells, for tyranny's release.

As history observes, our choices as a guide,
May we choose wisely, the future to decide.
For we the people, hold the power within our hands,
To mold our destiny, if united we stand.