John F. McCullagh
Yes We Can - Poem by John F. McCullagh
The people massed at Lincoln Park
upon election Eve.
It was a night not to forget
Dice cast with no reprieve.
Torches shed an eerie light
upon the platform there.
The People's hero climbed the steps
the answer to their prayer.
Like Reagan in a different age-
That dark horse of the Right-
The President-Elect spoke to his base-
He played Left field all night.
His campaign based on “Hope” and “Change”
Had left the Right confused
Armed with twin majorities,
It was bound to be bad news.
A high school Student council race
Could hinge on Hope and fears
Barrack’s had borrowed his campaign
From Cliff, the guy on “Cheers”
Somewhere above, George Soros sat,
Jove on Olympus High.
His money all had been well spent
And he controlled this guy.
Like something out of Nuremberg
That nighttime rally seemed-
And the Right, like German Jews,
sadly surveyed the scene.
Cliff, the drunken mailman on the Sit-Com “Cheers” ran a race for City Council in one episode on a meaningless Platform of “ Change” It worked better for Obama.
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