here we stand electing

hope to counter fear,

The things we are protecting

things that we hold dear.

Will we remember last September

when the water rises above our knees?

Will we tender any pretender

with rights to hold both locks and keys?

Will we wonder when all's asunder

How it was really when all seemed dry?

Have we gone crazy, but ain't it hazy?

There's not but one star shining in the sky.

I don't have an answer

for my creeping dread

but it will be hard sleeping

where we've made our bed