Ode To The President

They are... Blacksmiths wordsmiths hypnotists Mayors senators dictators Terrorists humorists hypocrites Lovers haters sinners They are our flesh and blood Humanity in the flood We flush them out with our blood Thinking that they are mere crud We lie cry and try Only to say bye We've killed our own brethren We were once all God's children They wage what they call a holy war And we've seen one too many before So we'll kill those sons of bitches Just the same way we burned those witches We all call ourselves God's children But we can't live with our brethren So we'll die alone and go to Hell or Heaven And if we are fortunate we shall see His children