Children with a wig
We can be closer together
The world can be united
When we come together; we have placed a barrier for another
The world will be divided; when the baseline has been set
We can all eat together
We need not eat each other
When we eat together; there is not enough food for another
We may have room for another if we serve the leg of your brother
UNITY!
Your politics will find you together and they will leave you apart
One hundred words of sacred art
Fierceness of a banded heart appears to play the part.
With the tears of all it’s parts
Take the hill and snake the bay; make sure one can have no say
Say what you will and say it loud
Say it with your friends around
Believe it when it’s in the ground
Relieve the wit from all the town
Form your groups and don your troops
Arm them with misguided truth
Sign the forms and dot your tees
Cross your kin and close your eyes; but only if you please
Cheese now with ease and then fall quickly to your knees
When no one else agrees
Oh! Those darn unities!
Worry on the right
Sorry in the middle
Storys; all that’s left
All that’s left is not the middle; the top is what is not and the rights are in the bottom
The fights are left bereft
Or have you already forgot ‘em?
You bite me and I’ll bite you; we’ll bite each other until we find out who we’d like to chew
Vote for you and vote for me; to vote is free, but could you just choose from these two please?
It won’t matter if you know or not; vote the show will never stop
You can be a troubled fiend; with a paper past, that’s clean
You can be a doubled seam; just as long as you’re eighteen
You could be an activist or you could be a flatulent fist
As long as you can stamp your mark; for all it’s worth, we count it first, but only in the dark
If the lights were on; you’d see what side we’re on
Don’t choose at the door
Don’t you lose your seeds inside the core
Don’t you lose the scribbled score
Stay confused inside the ruse
The door to civil war
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