What About Mccain? Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

McCain, McCain it must now be plain
you ain't gonna make it this year.
You can try the whole process all over again
but you may have passed over, I fear.
I don't know how Obama will run the big show,
he's a trifle too sunburned for me,
there is one thing, that I and a lot of folks know
there is strife in the land of the free.
In a country whose people are gentle and kind
and can snap at the sound of a switch
it is time, lest all justice will quickly go blind
and the place will be run by the rich.
Look inside, love your own, keep defenses alert
but for soil overseas do not care
let them play with their toys, let them eat their own dirt
do not flinch if they come with their dare.
You can be to the world what no others achieved
due to riches within your own souls,
it's a challenge and something that can be achieved
will you make it each citizen's goals?

Never mind who will be in the White House so soon
it's the people who should make the rules,
send recalcitrants up to the far away moon
you don't need any blood sucking fools.
Shall we wait for your deeds as we watch from afar
as you claim what was rightfully yours?
Have a look at the past, but ignore the old Czar,
look at France, and at Louis Quatorze.