Riven

I’m trying to be positive

But deep inside my gut

A chorus filled with “not again!”

Is there to undercut.

 

I check the undecideds

As the numbers fluctuate

And know there’s nothing we can do

Except to sit and wait.

 

The country’s riven clean in half,

The red states and the blue.

We aren’t the United States,

For unity’s taboo.

 

We’re holding our collective breath

And clinging to our hope

That when the votes are tallied up,

The losing half can cope.