Wednesday, March 25, 2020

At Water's Edge

“English Illustration, ‘The Sixties’ 1855-70” (“Burying the plague victims at Elliant”) by Gleeson White (1906)
At Water's Edge
a bridge to nowhere

Never follow democrats

up to the water's edge,

however dire the circumstance,

whatever oath they pledge.

They'll shove you 'neath that water

use your bones to build a bridge.

No, never follow democrats

up to the water's edge.

'Cause anything is fodder

for their damned utopia.

They hate us the Deplorables.

They hate America.

Now, war and famine, death and plague

are their insignia,

'cause anything is fodder

for their damned utopia.

utopia means nowhere,

and that's where that bridge will end.

Still, more bodies for the pilings

and, yes, more bones for the span.

So, if you're there at water's edge,

don't hope to find a friend,

'cause utopia means nowhere,

and that's where their bridge will end.

They want our voices silenced,

and they want our land erased.

They want our gen'ral off the board,

and with their own replaced.

They want their dread king's dream made real.

No crisis will they waste,

'cause they want our voices silenced,

and they want our land erased.

So, never follow democrats

up to the water's edge,

Your Children gather, Parents, Friends

and have them make that pledge.

Lest they get shoved 'neath water,

lest their bones to build a bridge.

No, never follow democrats

up to the water's edge.

 

 

 

 

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