Barack Obama, Church And Truth Changed Poem by James McLain

In some far off land, I hear the bells.
Bells speak the truth when they ring.
Life to all,
death to the few, speaking you spoke my name.
Women one priest did preaching, Jesus teach?
Blood Iines pure, Mammon in reach, Lilith sings.
Upon rocky shores, herein where they dwell.
Father none spoke, you see them curse.
Half of the world, every night feel their pulse.
Barack Husain Obama, nothing to loose one great mind.
None left behind,
bright is their future, they follow the light.
Speaking you speak of all children.