Tango In America Poem by Babatunde Aremu

There are a discordant tunes
Down the hallow chambers of America
The drums are beating differently
No one knows how to dance to it
No one knows when it will stop
The drummers are beating furiously
They care less what happens thereafter
Let their be a shutdown
Let the offices closed
Hospitals can close down
Let the workers be sent home
And their stipends remained unpaid
World economy can nosedive
It does not matter
The macabre music must go on
Just to satisfy the ego
Of the two combatants
Who pretend to love the States
More than their founding fathers