The Washington Gulag

To the tune of "The Yellow Rose of Texas"

We have an opaque voting system,

Even in the best of days.

Then legislatures changed it

In many devious ways.

The day of certification

Was on the electoral map.

Those who came to share their feelings

Fell into a psy-war trap.

There's a big Gulag in DC

Where folks are put away

For converging on the Capitol

So they could have their say.

They thought the vote was stolen,

And who could call them wrong?

Trump got more votes than ever.

Was love for Joe so strong?

In key states Trump was leading.

That's when we went to bed.

Then came a night of changes,

And Joe came out ahead.

With counting by computers

And voting through the mail

And lots of ballot harvesting,

How could the system fail?

There's a big Gulag in DC

Where folks are put away

For converging on the Capitol

So they could have their say.

They thought the vote was stolen,

And who could call them wrong?

Trump got more votes than ever.

Was love for Joe so strong?

So if you were in Washington

Upon that fateful day,

The FBI ensnared you,

Made sure that you would pay.

You came to our capital

To show them who was boss,

But thanks to Biden's lawfare,

Your freedom would be lost.

There's a big Gulag in DC

Where folks are put away

For converging on the Capitol

So they could have their say.

They thought the vote was stolen,

And who could call them wrong?

Trump got more votes than ever.

Was love for Joe so strong?

David Martin

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