His silken voice beckons us cowards with lies.
We will leave Iraq and Gitmo will be done.
His shouts and yells come as no big surprise.
You see, he is the Messiah, the Chosen One.
He’ll bring us hope and soon some change,
Or at least that is what he has said.
Beguiling us all with his words and vocal range,
he lifts his delicate fingers over his head.
His voice spreads across our quivering skin;
indelibly linking his desires with ours;
leaving us wondering where had he been,
these many years without such liberal powers.
He caresses the hatred that we have long nurtured
against the scourge of the democratic freedom’s oppression.
It is power we wanted and power he pictured
in a world where we have complete control of expression.
We all swallow the sweet succulent images he sends;
embracing the need to destroy the bill of rights
in order to bring about our utopia which transcends
governments to bring society to the greatest heights.
His silken voice beckons us cowards with lies.
He’ll bring us hope and soon some change.
But, alas, democracy remains intact, how strange!
His words do nothing to change the truth, big surprise!
Suddenly our power begins its inevitable demise.
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