We wanted nice Rice
but she came with a whip,
a sad, inexcusable
C.I.A. slip.
He needed no push,
burning Bush went to war
with logic well oiled,
and flaw at its core.
By desert saltbush
an ambush they found,
as reason recoiled,
polls plunged to the ground.
Wrong Cheney insaney
hard right, lost strong hand
was [f]oiled and term-oiled,
stumped De Lay of the land.
In law court flaw caught
his pants hanging down,
as casualties rose,
to tumbrel his crown!
When Libby thought Plame
a target to flame,
no perjury's surgery
could whitehousewash claim.
When pride seeks free ride
on the back of attack,
there beware motives snide:
Time’s tide takes much back.
We wanted Li Wing
But we winged Willie Wong.
A sad but excusable
Slip of the tong.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem