
Topsy turvy and every which way.
Opinions and opposition every day.
Be mad, be glad, which should I be?
No matter which step, hated I'll be.
Be this way or that way, or else you'll pay.
That's what the hateful people say.
No love and no mercy do I see.
Only evil, hate and misery.
This is not the country that I know.
But I guess we reap just what we sow.
Will we recover? I surely hope it be so.
Are we Americans, or are we foe?
Only time will tell, if history repeats itself.
Guess it's up to you and me...exactly what country we're going to be.
So divide or decide, it's up to you.
Love conquers all, I know to be true.


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