my ode to barak obama

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An ode to barrack obama

Greetings, salutations on this day of our time
Long time coming to pen this rhyme
Glued to your election a year or so ago
Shed tears, waited for change; none came

Then you appointed cronies from the past
To represent, carry your countries torch,
To Countries, far away lands, where your
Country should’t be; understand?

Rahm Emanuel, your chief of staff
Bill Clinton, was shit scared of him
Then there’s your treasury guy
A wall street banker in everyone’s eye

Then you promised to close gitmo
Within 18 months, don’t think so
Its still open, torturing innocents
you can’t believe CIA security briefings

where were all Saddam’s WMD’s?
a crock of shit, don’t you see
More excuses for another conquest
For oil and resources, a greedy mess

And their eye’s are now on Iran, and
will lie to ensure a future invasion
to secure black gold; anything goes
WW3, a definite possibility

But Mr A in Iran; humanitarian
Is forging allies, wherever he can
To make it much more unlikely
That the world has to stomach WW3

And why should we? he is our brother
Like all in the Muslim lands
You should know, your family upbringing
Down to your middle name even

Is this why, you won’t stand again?
Bad stuff weighs too heavy on your heart
OK, you have done some good stuff
Healthcare reform for your people a must

But when you look at the small print
More government control of lives
And thousands of government departments
New, created to save a few lives

In reality, more blank cheques, to
The care companies that siphon off
Billions from the public purse
Instead of wholesale reform

Reports linking you to the elite
The bloodlines that rule the world
Just simply pour scorn on your office
And make you look like a thief

Stealing the goodwill of your people
And making lots of false promises
To get you to the oval Office
Don’t think I’v understated it

So Mr Obama, just who you working for?
The elite, the bankers, more? Not
The people that put you in office
They now know the score

Your countries being raped, though
Your not the main culprit, accessory
Is a word that springs to mind
Aiding financial terrorists on Wall St

Don’t pick on Iran, not worth your time
Though would love to see it in some ways
Two million with arms in 24 hours
Should ensure your army dies by the thousand

But peace and love is the answer always
Deep down, you’re a good man, can feel it
You can stop unnecessary suffering
Your army don’t deserve to die for nothing

Neither do our brothers in Iran, they
Blatantly have done nothing, just
Like Saddam, minding own business
But your security people don’t have a heart

And will try for excuses to invade
Persia, for oil, and more
Please don’t make a mistake again
Live and let live, make tea not war

You got your problems anyway, as
25% of your bees just died: Think,
At that rate all of your people
Will be dead in only five years

Is the mass-murder of bees to be followed?
By the same, to your people, who to blame?
Your smart, you must know who wants this
Hunger, riots for starters, unnecessary suffering

Blood on your hands friend, for sure, despite
Your healthcare bill, quango central, soon
The only jobs in your great nation
Will be at the cost of a chip under skin

Go in hiding, make a stand, against those
Who give a bad name, to your nation
And sell all the secret good stuff, pay
Your people back for the rape, they

Have just experienced, on your watch
They put you there; whitehouse lawn
When they die, will you stomach to peek?
At the death; destruction on your streets
All the time, could have done something bout it