I Fear Thee, Mr. President
by Sven Nordenstam | Woe to you, o earth and sea!
More madness is to follow.
War and conflict by decree
from a leader o so hollow.
The people scared, indoctrinated
to approve of war, perpetuated
as still more terror is created
by the mindless methods used.
they could not see through his deception;
break free to form a fresh conception,
and turn him down through the election.
The chance was lost, abused.
For months we prayed and hoped profoundly,
the Americans would vote more soundly.
On our knees we begged them roundly.
Alas! It was in vain.
But they'll soon too repent, remember,
with agony this dark November,
when they said go on, divide, dismember
our world through ruthless reign!
Infallible, immune from learning
from past mistakes, he'll go on turning
the globe into an ash heap, burning
till no infidels remain.
I fear thee, Mr. President!
I fear thy heavy hand
will strike again, on havoc bent,
next time a peaceful land.
I fear thee, Mr. President!
I fear thy motivation!
Dost thou believe that thou art sent
by God to lead thy nation?
I fear thee, Mr. President,
and thy administration!
Cheney, Rumsfeld were not meant
to reach so high a station.
I fear you all, and fear not least
the loathsome Wolfowitz,
a frightful fiend, half man, half beast,
a demon in your midst!
The sun appears to be declining.
However faint the silver lining
of the storm clouds, it deserves reminding
that millions voted Kerry.
The arduous trail is upward-sloping.
In darkness we'll be blindly groping.
But next election we'll be hoping
For an outcome far more merry. | Sven Nordenstam
Copyright 2004 |
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