And we are recreating Archie Bunker.

On one side are gathering the immigrants and poor.

On the hill the rich protectors hunker.

There’s screaming and crying all over the channels.

The old and the cold are all pissing their flannels.

There’s armies that stand in the way.

And lord help the pregnant or gay.

Gun club rednecks’ new adventure:

hunting season on transgender.

The cities are teeming with patriotic spies.

 Left is right and down is up. The sky is filled with lies.