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.

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