State of the Union

We stand at the edge of our precipice,
Shouting our concerns over the canyon.
We sit and wait for our message to kiss
Ears of those who stand on the other one,
But I do not think they are listening
Because they are over there making noise
About what they believe they are missing,
Claiming our ideology destroys.
If I could only get my voice louder
Maybe they would listen to sound reason,
But it looks to make their discourse prouder,
Speaking of what can only be treason.
I wish they would quit with all their yelling,
So they could hear what it is I’m telling.