Obama-Nation Poem by Charles Hancock

The perpetual sins of our leader
Are a disgrace and an abomination
That will usher in the grim reaper
Leading to our national damnation

Aid and comfort to the satanic cult
At the expense of the free and the brave
Is far, far worse than any insult
Because they wants us all in a mass grave

Four cried for help that he wouldn't send
Turned his back on long-time allies
For it was not politically correct to defend
Vacations, golf, and a Nobel Prize

Scandals, misinformation, deceit,
Red tape, and American blood
Don't add up on the balance sheet
And drag Old Glory through the mud

Once we rebelled against a corrupt king
And tyranny hung from the Liberty Tree
Freedom loving people have a potent sting
For a republic is not to be ruled by decree

If our leader's lips are moving, he's lying
He can't fool us, for we now know
It's not on the enemy that he's spying
It's way past the time for him to go