Virtue signaling and destruction abound
A uniting goal nowhere to be found
Too high on emotion for critical thought  
Pallets of bricks the anonymous bought 

The stamping of boots upon human faces
Shadows fueling a war of the races 
History repeated every four years 
For votes from a populous motivated by fear

So it goes

I wish I had the imagination of Kurt Vonnegut 
So that I could travel through time on my own
And so I could accept death
And so I could accept that not one thing can be changed at all