It’s not the caravans At our Southern border, It’s the access to guns That’s causing social disorder If there’s a national emergency Then it’s that, in fact But he’s scared of the NRA So he refuses to act
It’s not the immigrants Who are seeking asylum That are contributing factors To this homegrown violence It’s the guns that are used With wonton abandon That have raised our death rate Throughout this land and
It’s not desperate people Who happen to be brown That are putting our citizens Six feet underground It’s not the hungry, or the poor Who are responsible For what we choose to ignore Those are the things we need to explore
It’s not the ones He pretends to suspect That are the main problem Causing this wreck It’s the giant elephant That’s been in the room Who has been causing All the gloom and doom