Double Down Double Standard

When fools build a caricature and call it a crown,
Blindness is bliss in the new double down.
The Republic will crumble and walls start to tumble
But no care is taken to the cause of our stumble

We secure victory and revel in bliss
No effort no pining for the standards we miss
Its power we’re craving and “new” ways we’re paving
We’re forging the fetters of our own enslaving

It’s my rights alone and you come along
If you see things my way then we have a song
But don’t sing my tune you’ll find out soon
Its trample and stample to your old dusty rune

We cry Constitution and say it’s for me
But don’t you dare cross me and say it’s for thee
We want what we’re getting wherever its setting
And laugh at the rights of the ones who are fretting

We say that it’s right because we’ve always done this
And one can’t say “No” to how we’ve always won this
Some berries are red The fiddle his head
You stop us from picking Your rights have no cred

When tables are turned and we take a stand
To keep those we wish to stay out of our land
Double your standards run up on their lanyards
Your words will come back like drunken old tankards

So we might be gladden to forage with glee
On land bought and paid for, but no not by thee
Its our own tradition It’s worth the sedition
If need be we’ll trample that old Constitution

When fools build a caricature and call it a crown,
Blindness is bliss in the new double down.
The Republic will crumble and walls start to tumble
But no care is taken to the cause of our stumble

Andy Torbett of Atkinson writes a regular column entitled The Maine Conservative Voice. He can reached at meconservativevoice@gmail.com.