Dying Scripts

They walk the same old liberal way
It’s written in the dying scripts
They live for hate each waking day
And spew it from their darkened lips

Where scenes of failure newly born
Sprout up among the old forlorn
And drooping scum from mouths of scorn
Proclaim the truth of their eclipse

They sing the praise of dear Hussein
As magpies bend to see in vein
The followers of this silly game
Along with those who live in hate

While dancing in the bright red glow
The liberals make the corruption flow
And hungry for this cash they know
Will feed them from a golden plate

For Hussein is just a liberal game
A liar, thief with no big name
They think he’ll win just the same
For them its sure, he’ll get the prize

He has no plan it’s only lies
As sweet stuff out his mouth does rise
His talk is bold and seems so wise
But underneath it’s all disguise

The liberals think that all is won
‘Cause dear Hussein has just begun
The votes are in and he’s the one
But in the end - a big surprise