Executive, legislative, judicial;
The President, the Congress, the Courts.
“This town ain’t big enough for the three of us.”
We’re in for some serious sports .
My money is on the President.
He thinks he’s clever and smart.
He thinks he has a mandate
To tear the country apart.
But the Congress is loading its bullets:
“We make the laws, not him.
He’ll do what we say, or will put him away.
He can’t rule with his personal whims.”
“If ever you two should start shooting,”
Says the court as it sits in its robes.
“We’ll be the final decider;
We’ll make sure that nothing explodes.”
The sun beats down on the trio.
The pistols are loaded and primed.
Three branches arrayed in the foreground;
World watching before and behind.
President takes aim at the Congress;
The Congress just cowers and hides;
The Court is stuck in its holster;
The people can’t wait to take sides.
Look who gets caught in the crossfire:
The children, the old folks, the lame.
The economy shot down and bloody,
America never the same.
Like the olden days gunfight at Tombstone,
Like the present day contest of will,
We are headed right now for a showdown
That can only propel us downhill.