Our country is run like the mafia:
Tariffs, extortions and bribes;
You give me this, I’ll give you that,
And make something more on the side.
It’s the art of the deal, the sleaze and the steal,
Applied to all aspects of life:
Science and schooling and now foreign trade:
In their backs stab your friends with a knife.
And so we see turmoil and stress and chaos:
“The wages of sin is death.”
What will the day bring? What baffling news?
We wait with bated breath.
The daily results are sad and tragic;
Money lost and taxes high.
But the long-term effect on trust and morals
Will kiss our nation goodbye.
Our city on a hill, our light to the world,
Dethroned and darkened with greed.
“Will no one rid us of this turbulent priest?”
Who will step up to lead?