It looks like chairman T has got the floor.

It’s not a filibuster, just overflowing bluster.

He’s counting on his side for a big score.

The bikers and militia are all armed,

and care no whit for those whom they have harmed.

Protestors in the street are naught to them but meat.

They see their lives as heaven-blessed and charmed.

The death toll is the new election tally.

An insurrection’s labeled as a rally.

The police won’t stop this war. They don’t care any more.

Our country might turn into one death valley.

We’ve now become the disunited states.

The rich have bad intentions on their plates.

There can be no true friends until this madness ends.

Meanwhile the bodies are piled up in crates.