A Vote For Obama Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

McCain you've shot yourself, KAPUTT,
into your warmongering foot.
You would continue policy
of George to make the people free?
It is the will of folks worldwide
to punish those who have a hide
to send young boys into their death
so, SAVE your halitotic breath.

Those gangsters who felt justified
to wage another war and lied
about the motives for the act,
have made a secret, shameful pact
with Satan and against their kin,
all war must be described as sin.

Now, Hillary, don't make me cry,
I ask myself the question why
a sane and thinking person could
put on a blinding, deafening hood
allow themselves to give their vote
to one resembling an old goat.

She runs for office as we know
as someone putting on a show.
Not being what she wants to seem
it makes a thinking person scream.

Obama, yes, we take you gladly,
this country's doing rather badly.
The likes of Bush and all his gang
the ones who previously sang
the tunes of Rumsfeld and of blood
who watch as soldiers, deep in mud
get shot at by the very men
who did get liberated when
the troups invaded foreign soil,
all claiming ignorance of oil.

Yes, you are black, your hair is short
you will, however, soon abort
the great fiasco in Iraq
caused by a monomaniac.

All those who voted for this freak
will face a stormy, rather bleak
position in society
because it's others that are free,
not those who do presume they can
so endlessly, and then again
go plunder, kill and steal, oh yes (!)
then brag about and shout God bless.

You folks are not what makes us great
you're living in a sorry state,
and I for one condemn you all
for you may make this country fall
and self-destruct from deep within,
though you won't take it on the chin
because you make your little list
and hide inside a social mist
allowing you, by claiming rights,
to hug silk pillows during nights.

I have contempt for all who share
a call to arms mindset, I dare
to name you evil to your face
a blemish on the human race.

But don't forget, that Hillary
fell in her youth from a tall tree.
Picked up by Bill whose shameful past
was almost (there were efforts) cast
in a big movie to depict
how money nearly always licked
the laws of men and those of God
Let's give the black man a big nod.