My Party Is Gone

To the tune of "My City Was Gone"

I turned on the debate,

But my party is gone.

Nothing for the average man;

Their old patrons they disown.

Peace activism has disappeared.

No warfare interruption.

My party has been torn down,

Wallowing in corruption

What a sight to see!  Thanks DNC.

Well, I looked at that debate stage,

But my expectations were gone.

I studied the candidates’ eyes;

There was nobody home.

I felt a deep sadness

For my father's memory.

They were once his hope,

But they mean nothing to me.

What a sight to see!  Thanks DNC.

I wanted to find a favorite,

But no matter how hard I tried,

I could point to a redeeming quality

Only if I lied.

The people of America

Are just warring hyphenations,

Not a united people

With common aspirations.

What a sight to see!  Thanks DNC.

David Martin

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