The New Civil War: A Poem
We're split down the middle And nobody wins; When one war has ended, Another begins. We don't like the outcomes That aren't for our side, So we fight each other Instead of the tide. We can't hear each other Over our own sound; With feet firmly planted, There's no middle ground. The Red and the Blue is The new North and South; We're not shooting bullets, We shoot off our mouth. I fear that our nation Has this for its end: Brother against brother And friend against friend.