The Divided States of America
By: Knickerbocker Dame, Abbe A. Heller
Tags: Rap, Election 2020, America, Lyrics, Diversity

Malcolm Ferguson. Matina Jefferson. George Floyd. Breonna Taylor.

Dumpty Trumpty sat on the border wall.

Pride goeth before the fall elections.

All of his cronies, all of his phonies

Couldn’t put our country back together again.

Blue states. Red states.

Altered states of polarity.

REFRAIN

If we can’t be reunited, we will be The Divided States of America.

Daniel Prude. Sean Reed. Botham Jean.

David McAtee. Eric Garner. Jacob Blake.

A paralysis of congress.

A chokehold on civility.

A party of puppets in the West Wing.

Their ventriloquist pulling strings.

Super PACs of lies. A stack of bribes.

Alternative facts checked. Prove incorrect.

His AG has lowered the bar.

And should be disbarred.

The Constitution, an intrusion.

A comedy turned tragedy.

Pay to play on the Mar-a-Lago fairway.

It’s par for the course, of course.

Or if you’re well-equipped, an ambassadorship.

We know full well the taxpayers pay

The Bill of Rights.

Crooked K Street, where lobbyists meet and greet

For indiscreet charities.

His pledge of law and order, a misnomer.

Cause he broke the law and out of order.

No checks and balances.

Brokered alliances. Broken alliances.

A mockery of diplomacy.

A global disgrace. A stain on the human race.

REFRAIN

If we can’t be reunited, we will be The Divided States of America.

Rusty water. Human waste.

Hydro fracking. The Earth is cracking.

Arctic drilling. Groundswell killing.

Infractions. Redactions. Distractions.

A discrepancy in our Treasury.

Gun control has no role.

Climate change. Science. Pandemic.

All a hoax. Let us toast to

China. Iraq. Iran. Afghanistan.

Ukraine. Insane. North Korea’s gone ballistic.

No restrictions. No resistance.

A history of selfishness, arrogance, and mendacity.

Trumps sincerity. Sympathy. Empathy.

Just ask Mary.

REFRAIN

If we can’t be reunited, we will be The Divided States of America.

A homophobe. A xenophobe. A germaphobe.

Beneath the orange hair, there’s nothing up there.

Nope, there is no hope. He’s a misanthrope.

Insults. Indignities.

Gold star families. Blue star families.

All-star athletes on their knees.

Disrespectful of men and women in the military.

He has the audacity to question

Their loyalty to country.

Never served. Heel spurs.

He’s the sucker. He’s the loser.

The nation’s facing evictions.

No work. No food. Can’t eat.

Hungry. Misery. Poverty.

While he tweets, living large in the lap of luxury.

COVID-19. Everyone’s in quarantine.

UV light. Bleach. Hydroxychloroquine.

A remedy for mortality.

An urgent need for PPE. Respirators, ventilators.

Death toll mounts. I’ve lost count.

A darkened dystopia. We need you Obama.

His unreal estate is just a hook

For payments off the books.

Bottom line: does not compute.

Subpoenas have no meaning.

Impeachment, right-leaning.

Immigration. Interrogation. Discrimination.

Dreamer families in separation.

Children corralled into chain-linked cans.

The first lady doesn’t give a damn.

REFRAIN

If we can’t be reunited, we will be The Divided States of America.

Lafayette Park. Unmarked militia in riot gear.

Wearing masks. Spraying hoses and tear gas.

Everyone gasps while he clasps the Bible as a prop.

Preaching to the camera for a photo opp.

Sycophants. Misogynists. Nationalists.

Evangelists pledge their fidelity to the unprecedented unpresidency.

The chief of cheats. The czar of bizarre. The master of disaster.

REFRAIN

If we can’t be reunited, we will be The Divided States of America.

DEA. FEMA. Pharma. NRA. NSA. Q-Anon.

Alt-Right. NIH. OMB. CDC.

SDNY standing by for him to testify.

Can’t read or write

Unless there’s a teleprompter in sight.

To the cavalcade in congress,

This is the hour to speak truth to power.

Our leadership has jumped ship.

Blue states. Red states.

A new state of grace in the presidential race.

Our nation is fractured, shattered, torn and tattered. But unbroken.

Let’s make a motion to show our devotion to the flag For which it stands.

The unification of one nation.

He can retire. There’s a new hire.

Mr. Orange Hair, you’re fired!

REFRAIN

Unless we’re reunited, sadly, irrevocably, we will be

The Div-I-ded States of America.

Let us not live to see

The Divided States of America.