The Ghost Of John Mccain Poem by Randy McClave

He's no hero
From 1 to 10, he's a complete zero,
He hid from his little conflict
He got bloodied, when his ear got nicked.
Remember! he had multiple times dodged the draft
Then at fallen and captured soldiers, he laughed,
At all his rally's he talks about violence and assault
Which in his mind is always someone else's fault.
I remember once at an Iowa school shooting
That left one dead and seven wounded in the executing,
This he said this without anger or a fit
'We gotta get over it'.
He constantly speaks of violence and hate
That is always number one on his large dinner plate,
He mocked Nancy Pelosi when her husband was brutally attacked
When by an assassin his skull was cracked.
Because, of him all alone
On judgement day unto God he will finally atone,
For all the sins and the lies and hate he has said and done
In the presence of the almighty and all knowing son.
2 more Americans because of him are now dead
From all the hate and violence and lies he did spread,
To the words and teachings of Jesus he never did listen
Even though he claims himself as being a Christian.
I myself like people who didn't have their ear grazed
Then wanting to be worshipped and also placed on a pedestal and praised,
Especially when not in a battle, but on a campaign
Said to me, the Ghost of John McCain.

Randy L. McClave