It seems that reason has just left the states,
an atmosphere of loss replaced by doom,
inside the minds of minders and their mates
the bristles falling quickly off the broom.
America will get what it most fears
as history has taught the tale of Rome,
few will applaud the change, but shed their tears
when faced with the new team, a palindrome.
Those who have brains and saw the writing on the wall
will be defeated once again by men of greed,
soon other nations will be standing very tall
and Yankee Doodle plays the music as they bleed.
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