At the End of the Day

My mind is encumbered with anger and sorrow eating away my peaceable brain
Each day new revelations enlighten the road of a prophesied dark revolution  
My heart weighs heavy, bleeding with worry, overloaded and full of revulsion
To gain independence from abject Alt-Amerikans raping a divided nation
Though I believe in the alternative peace, no choice is left in electoral defeat
The alt-right is all-wrong and already spreading a new strain of deplorable hate  
An ignorant parasite determined to consume what is left of your dogmatic brain
the zombie's predatory disease lurks in the dark, fearing exposure to Son-light  
I fear there's no cure to make US alright, only their second amendment remedy
Apparently kissed with a curse spilled in this verse, dripping from the tip of my pen  
Who can say where ends the ink that blends with my blood on the very last end of the day?