Riven
I’m trying to be positive
But deep inside my gut
A chorus filled with “not again!”
Is there to undercut.
I check the undecideds
As the numbers fluctuate
And know there’s nothing we can do
Except to sit and wait.
The country’s riven clean in half,
The red states and the blue.
We aren’t the United States,
For unity’s taboo.
We’re holding our collective breath
And clinging to our hope
That when the votes are tallied up,
The losing half can cope.
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