On another peaceful summer day
Hate dances from the rube's red lips
Above the moral causing decay
As hot tea the Little Dhimmi sips
The raging hate like fire rises
Each morning of his waking day
Of course, with this no surprises
A liberal bound to the liar’s cliche
The truth defies this country rube
With stories told of victories bold
As shown on news across the tube
But, alas, the Dhimmi’s getting old
He tweaks his thoughts with fiery hate
Enough to cover up the truth as told
Reading stories from an earlier date
As if they’re hot and not gone cold
This hate-filled man still sits around
Cursing all who oppose his thought
He lives the life of shallow bound
In circles where his lies are taught
He writes a line that’s full of spite
As lies flow from his acorn brain
Hating America for its might
While praying for defeat and pain
Yet truth still defiles his waking days
As good comes forth without his say
Dealing death to those he prays
Guess now himself he now must play
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