In the fair land between the Canadians and old Mexico
The inhabitants forget they’re Americans and regress into tribes.
They follow false shamans wherever they’re told they should go.
They elect whom they’re told to and turn a blind eye to the bribes
And crimes against reason and decency. Soon they don’t know
That they once were united. Mutual loathing divides
What was yesterday still a vibrant democracy
Into tribes with two flags: an ‘R’ and an equally loud ‘D’.