“What a tangled web we weave. . .”
When every thought we reveal
Is not the dream we perceived
And now stand in disbelief
Of what these roots and tangles mean.
In a vehement proposal
The words he uttered today–
I’ll stay here as the king
No matter what the wave of ballots say–
We’ve got ourselves into a hole here in the USA.
If we’re not divided now, what would you call it?