The Lies Of Dreamland

He slid his tongue among the nest of liars,
Out of the truth’s way, dripping with hate;
Into the deranged dreams of Satan’s desires.
Into this dream for the evil lies to create.
Why should he not? Why should he be true,
When never a lib’ral in the history of man
Told the truth or even tried the truth to pursue.
This is the results of the lib’ral plan.

Lies again, I said, as the lib’s mouth moves,
And the hate venom once more fills the air;
Lies again, as this word of evil proves,
And the lies spread among the feeble in despair.
Does your hate cause Christian love deferred?
Is the death of your soul where it began?
What causes your lips to speak so absurd?
This is the results of the lib’ral plan.

Your dreamland's name that a lie encloses,
It will never be found on a decent man’s chart,
And lies so profound as lib that believes is,
They never were bought in the truth-filled mart.
The lies from the dreams through its dim fields fly,
And dumb is the tune of the lib’ral band;
No lying's note awakens the truthfilled ally,
Tis not the results of the lib’ral plan.

ENVOI

In the world of dreams where the libs’ reside,
All lie for a season and then deny the proof
Of true word’s truth which can’t be denied,
This is the results of the lib’ral goof!