Each day when I rise and I walk out my door,
The world that I see isn’t mine anymore.
The rules are all bent so I can’t see their shape,
And on every street corner I pass police tape.
When you sign onto Twitter, catch up on the news,
But it might not be true, so watch out for the clues.
They say, “Hey, you’re transgender? We can’t let you fight.”
“Oh, you’re black? Or you’re Asian? We’re best ‘cause we’re white.”
If they’re caught in their lies, they don’t overreact,
Mumble “something-or-other alternative fact.
If you glance out your window one night and you find
A torch wielding mob, well, just never you mind.
Join the big three ring circus! Its painted faced clowns,
And its ringleader with his red white and blue crown!
So turn on your TV, watch the latest debate,
And what you will see is the next Watergate.
Or just do what I do, use your eyes and your heart,
Then you, too, can watch as fear tears us apart.
Or maybe it won’t, if enough of us see,
When we all work together, we still might break free.