2020, or: 20/20

Far too many did I poo-poo
In the past, for sheerest fears
Of disaster, dawning faster
When they'd been caught unawares

When they questioned fair elections
Fingers wringing, furrowed brows
I would smile ever politely--
There shall come again a now

Now I wonder, faith asunder
As every channel tells of hell
Discord 'round our world spreads further
None preserve her while death knells

She knows her leaders prey on chaos
While rehearsing empty words
No option left to us but watching
Their Theater of the Absurd