I Love Little Dhimmis

I love little dhimmis who tell us lies
and try to hide their Messiah’s faults;
Trying to control the thoughts
Of those who strive for truth with no disguise.

These little dhimmis go silent when hit
By truth in their face and in their soul;
Revealing hearts of darkness and cold.
Their Messiah’s huge mess they won’t admit.

Isn’t it funny to see them dance
The AIG shuffle and the bonus bill.
It’s really great to be part of the deal;
Paid a million or more for liberal romance.

Their Messiah’s powers are beyond reproach;
The Final Four his directives sent.
It won’t be long ‘til he’s full of lament,
As his team goes down from a lousy coach.

But watch the dhimmis as they try to spin,
And maybe Congress can pass a bill
Behind closed doors with the deal,
To give his team the rightful win.

Their Messiah’s an idiot the worst we’ve had.
He makes George Bush look like another Einstein.
He’s brought the economy in full decline,
While he pays off his cronies, aren’t we glad.

He talks a game but it’s really empty.
His cronies pass bills to help their friends
Buy new houses and a brand new Benz,
While he works at night against liberty.

I love little dhimmis who tell us lies.
They’re funny to watch as they chase their tails;
Spreading their nonsense without details.
Their Messiah’s a loser, ain’t no big surprise.

Burning Hot

blackened heart in a disgraced chest
beating slow with lies obsessed
integrity lost in liar’s shame
drowning out truth’s bright flame

your dirty lips claim full support
to rapist acts in Clinton’s court
a liberal’s hate and actions past
requires not you to make contrast

the ears of those who know what’s right
are burning hot from the words you recite

the truth once stood tall in the liberal vase
your testament proves your disgrace
the vase is broken crushed with hate
in the hate-filled world you want to create

my heart is sad to see you hold
this ugly hate and the cowardice cold
you’ve stated clearly that words are vile
while evil actions you meet with a smile

you call me names for words that are used
but justify actions on women abused
you voted for these actions done
yet claim you didn’t, so run, liberal, run

one-sided logic was the risk that I took
you proved me right with your vacant look
I sent you issues, concepts argued
but stone cold silence was what you pursued

the ears of those who know what’s right
are burning hot from the words you recite

The Picture of Supremacy

He’s so perfect in your lib eyes
Existing as a savior in disguise
He hates America with all his soul
And he’s become your model role

I am the brother of a knave
A fool who’s turned into a slave
You buy into the lies of hate
And then refuse to have debate

Throughout your life, you’ve been so weak
Unable to think or truth to seek
To have a brother dumb as you
Makes me sad when I review

The liberals lie and spread their hate
What is it to them that you relate?
We come from love and sympathy
What happened to your empathy?

I have my faults but you're fault-free
A picture of supremacy
A liberal you are through and through
As the words you speak are untrue

But then who am I to change a clown
A fool, a knave who wears the crown
Of 50 million precious souls
Murdered then left to decompose

Portending

The Dhimmi tells such dreadful lies
They make me wretch from my insides
Each one’s unique in its content
Filled with hate and self-contempt

He wears a turkey round his neck
It must be plastic, what the heck
He talks to Duckworth all the time
And also Hackett both in their prime

He counts the items that got so looted
But math for him was not so suited
He finds a cover-up from geometry
But forgot he needs optometry

He bumps his head each time he writes
Seems things are dark without the lights
The truth went missing, lost in space
Since he took up this torrid pace

He plays a game called “Liar’s Bluff”
And he always wins, sure enough
He bought into Dan Rather’s fraud
And still believes ole Dan’s a god

He hates the Bush for standing tall
Figures it’s time for us to fall
He knows the surge is but a line
So now he works to undermine

He talks of the future as if a sage
The good, the bad; his envisage
We all sit round each time he sends
And laugh at all he tries to portend

He’s always wrong and never right
For he’s a liberal and not too bright

Obama's Dream Of Hate

He’ll ride his steed in the wind each night;
The words of the prophet will come in floods;
Hussein’s on the verge, so calm and bright;
As we hear evil singing in the distant woods;
His sweet voice sings as the terrorist broods;
Soon the infidels will feel their wrath;
As Hussein speaks of impossible math.

All things spell peace he writes in books;
And the crowds rejoice in the morning’s change;
His friends delight as common crooks;
As we honest people feel really strange
Looking as though the end is in range.
Hussein just smiles like a glittering sun,
Riding high with his steed on the run.

The morning mist brings a change indeed;
As the terrorists come with hate-filled eyes;
They cut and slash with bloody greed;
A little girl cries as her mother runs, dies.
They all now know it was a bunch of lies.
Hussein just smiles like a glittering sun,
As his minions rape and kill for fun.

His name is Hussein and for good reason;
To become the first caliph of the caliphate;
Choosing him would be an act of treason;
He’s riding high but it is not too late;
To put a stop to this dream of hate.
The hate’s not mine but from Hussein,
Down deep he knows I’m not insane.

Senseless Black

The warm glow from the truth has descended never coming back
Your mind now only a senseless black

Your emails arrive full of hate and gall
In their content I can see nothing at all

For there is nothing you can say
To keep the dogs of Satan at bay

All of your words have led you astray
But in the end they will forever stay

My eyes keep a hopeful stare
That one day you can your soul mend and repair

Once having done that the removal of chains
Will instantly be, making you sane

Truth is the therapy you need
Curing your head, making your soul succeed

Obama Smiled

Hussein smiled, he spoke, and you believed,
By every word and smile deceived.
The liberal man can hope no more;
For hope is what he hated before:
But never mind my savior Hussein;
Deceive, deceive me once again!

Understanding Obama

I understood him much too well,
And all his words you could not see
He said the things he wants to sell
So shallow liberals would agree

His words are empty hollow roots
Lodged deeply in his personal hate
A hatred for the American traits
Calloused threads in his empty suit

Hussein is nothing but a fake
A liberal head who’s on the take
He squirms around like an evil snake
To vote for him is a big mistake