No need for 3D glasses when the wolves are at your door. When Twitter bots infect people with political dementia—all those lies and subterfuge making it harder and harder to remember what the truth looks like anymore. No need for 3D glasses when Mother Liberty can’t even recognize herself in the mirror. Bound, gagged, assuming all immigrants guilty upon entering her newly renovated Hellis Island. No need for 3D glasses when still another innocent black boy is killed by the police, when racial profiling is more prominent than Facebook profiles. Those wolves at your door aren’t leaving anytime soon. Hear them howl. And I ain’t talking that famous book of poetry.