On Their Blindness
When I consider how my days are spent
In this marbled city full of plots
And my people’s legislation rots
As Republicans withhold consent.
To all my noble programs evident
To any voter with discerning eye
And reporter knowing all’s awry
Guns, wages, energy’s predicament
Cry for the modest changes that I seek,
More schools and medicine for ev’ry child
That this great nation might enlightened grow
And healthy like a mighty garden sleek
With water from my policies unique
If only Congress could that wisdom know.