The Level Land

The level land looks like a precipice
To us
So we swing our head in that direction
And begin to shout and cuss

"Dang Democrats!"
"Insane Uncle Joe!"
"Corruption!"
"Look out, lest we fall far below!"

That's what we see
In the level land we're on
We cry, "Danger! Danger! Danger!"
How could we be so wrong?

And as we back away
Delusion in our minds
We backstep right off a cliff
Real as you could find