So now Trump lost, and Facebook, Twitter, Alphabet, Hollywood and the MSM won...

Hold back your tears, Marcus Antonius, as the toga
With holes which is prop to your words.

Lost for words, the crowds try to catch your every word.
Their ears try to synthesize hope from them, 
The man on the pedestal will no more give them such hope
And hopefully he taught them how to fish. 

No more will their voices be heard, even 
As the gramophone goes silent. 
For four years they heard their echo with solutions
And saw these take form according to their wish. 

The storm within seeks an outlet to simmer down, 
But Caesar wasn't enough for the conspirators.
They want more blood, as a cat taunting its catch, 
The murderer stabbing the lifeless victim
Forgetting that anger leads always to great evil
Especially when egged on by a victor's muzzle.

Hold back your tears, Marcus Antonius, and keep peace, 
In spite of Newton's third law, hold back, keep peace.

(c) nyonglema