qui bono?

Steve Bannon's on the loose, mad dog unchained
his reign as shadow-president's been burst;
a private citizen, he's unconstrained
now back at Breitbart, eager for the worst.
Religious conflict's always on his lips
as if we hadn't seen this film before.
He means to profit from apocalypse;
there're fortunes to be made inciting war.
Inside, or out, still Mercer pulls his strings,
corrupting policy to serve his own.
The man in shadows nominating kings,
Rasputin revenant behind the throne.
Yet Trump's oblivious, a preening boy
who can't see he's been made the Nazis' toy.