Revised Battle Hymn of the Republic

From that privileged perch, where we can only see ourselves from sea-to-shining-sea, we've carved up a nation indivisible with liberty and justice for all, one republic after another pledged to allegiance under our Supreme God, a strict Monotheistic Constitutionalist.

From the purple spacious and majestic rivers, the skies as tall as mountains, the amber waves of granular sugar beets and soybeans waiving their tariffs from prairie to prairie, give us our debts, tired and poor, and forgive the huddled masses of elites that now plague our borders. O dull perishing republic, polish to a spit-shine the medals your conquerors wear, and deliver the vanquished from evil for they know not why or where they've served, and the Gods shed their grief on thee.

From the tippy tops of the grain silos, faintly glowing underwater along the banks of The Platte and The Missouri, to the leaded pipes of inner-city poets shouting out the praises of the best minds of their generation, all along the interstates and in the back road Diners of the People, let The Midnight Special shine its ever-loving light on The Supreme Court and the other three sacred branches of government, The Nina, Pinta, and Santa Maria. Furthermore, pray that the separation of Church and State not occur in our lifetime or in the lifetimes of our children, whichever may occur first, for reproductive rights belong not to a Federalist regime but to the Republican Senate in whom all rights are entrusted.

Unidentified member of the female congress, modeling the new improved Pro-mischief/Anti-propaganda equipment, February, 2019. Photo by author.