There once was an Illinois
resident,
who thought he might make a good president,
His culture was black,
His smooth speech was on track,
So his White House bid formed a new precedent.
Barak is the first of his names,
His second, I’m told, is Hussein,
But names do not cause him,
to act like a Muslim,
Allegiance to Christ is his claim.
When courting the modern faith votes,
he turns to the Bible for notes,
Claiming Jesus somehow,
sanctions gay marriage vows,
yet he can’t seem to offer a quote.
At church he would sit in his pew,
as his pastor slammed, rich, white and Jew,
He offered no fight,
to the speeches of Wright,
for he missed them and had not a clue.
Continuing down the man’s error list,
we see he was friends with a terrorist,
But he was a child,
when Bill Ayers went wild,
so the friendship is not all that perilous.
His enemies once tried to nag him,
because he would not wear a flag pin,
But that’s not the way we see,
his pledge of loyalty,
Symbols give no right for braggin’.
The test for the love of one’s nation,
is not where the flag pin is stationed,
Instead he’ll get you and me,
bonded in unity,
free from George Bush tribulation.
A president so strong and able,
should sit right across from the table,
With handshake, drink, wink and nod,
he’ll get Ahamadinnejad
to pledge on a deal that is stable.
A man who gets much inspiration,
from Robin Hood style variation,
He’ll steal from the wealthy,
and make the sick healthy,
through forced socialist reparation.
Obama’s campaign was arranged,
on the promise of bringing forth change,
His words produced thrills
and gave Chris Matthews chills,
but to some, he looks phony and staged.
If he has his true dreams, does he leak them?
Between the lines people still seek them,
As some doubting Thomases,
fear he’ll break promises,
I’m just afraid he might keep them.