Florida couldn't count the votes
And the nine in robes dashed our hopes
And the man in the corner
Said, 'Praise the Lord! '
The Father, the Son and the Holy Roller
All said, 'You can't count them over! '
And the man in the corner
Said, 'Praise the Lord! '
The hypocrites had their day
When the blind lost their way
And the man in the corner
Said, 'Praise the Lord! '
The front man placed the package on the table
And slowly he was able
To unwrap the prize within.
He lifted a stolen mirror
That reflected a superior
Smirk that became an idiotic grin.
Now, we'll capture the treasure
That we have long been after!
And the man in the corner
Said, 'Praise the Lord! '
The second man
Said, 'Fire the rockets
And line my pockets! '
And the man in the corner
Said, 'Praise the Lord! '
The darkness became light
With the bombs in flight
And the man in the corner
Said, 'Praise the Lord! '
They silenced their critics
With patriotic polemics
And the man in the corner
Said, 'Praise the Lord! '
They tapped the phones and read the mail
And any who were suspect went to jail
And the man in the corner
Said, 'Praise the Lord! '
It happened while you slept,
The statue actually wept
And the man in the corner
Said, 'Praise the Lord! '
And when the aristocrats had it all
They built a towering wall
To keep the peasants out!
And some said they heard a shout...
From the corner...
Where once there was a man
Who said,
'Praise the Lord! '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A poetic account of the election of George W. Bush and Dick Cheney, the invasion of Iraq and the consequences that followed.