In a land of long ago and far away
Not much different than today
Lived a man of high expectation
(Though none knew his resignation
To kill the land of opportunity),
Who became the leader of inequity.
In his promises some believed,
Reality suspended, from truth cleaved,
And in this state of worshipping
Into office they put their King
Of “Hope” and “Change” and “Transparency”
None foresaw their ways of errancy.
The King, with Nobel Prize of Peace,
Won the day without release,
Of his plans to go to war,
With all and sundry, battle more,
To send our troops both here and there,
Of Fast and Furious, he did not care
To tell the truth, or swear on oath,
He lies like ash on Mount Gorgoroth,
And when asked “how”, “what”, or “when”,
His heart’s reaction is to lie descend;
Darkness stalks his every word,
From his lips truth is unheard.
Soon, without the law’s consent,
He made decrees from which was rent
All legal ways of doing things,
(But such is the way of tyrants and kings),
And Executive Orders became the way
To make his land his price to pay.
The King gave to “green” companies
And soon came many bankruptcies,
The country’s money went down the drain
And their grandchildren would feel the pain
Of paying back King’s grand largesse
To clean up King’s debt-filled mess.
He hired those whose ways were hate
(Of this truth there was no debate)
For the land that they alleged to serve
And their backgrounds could all unnerve
For bombings, being Commies and much more,
Became czars, cabinet, and judges galore.
The country King ruled o’er with rage
Became a laughing stock engaged
In sophistry (in both gifts and diplomacy),
With thanks to King’s indelicacy,
And infantile, King threw a fit
When all King did was not a hit!
The future of the land he ruled
(Of unwilling subjects and those he fooled)
Became dangerously split in twain
(To never be put back again?)
And over-taxed and unemployed,
Became the things with which King toyed.
King muddled in their health care,
Gun rights, schools and everywhere
The people thought they had the right
To make decisions, and truly delight
In living as they thought they could
In a land that was free and good.
So where are they now, of long ago?
Where are the rights they used to know?
What land is this, that once so was?
As King became Tyrant without pause
And the people’s lives were lived for naught,
But to serve as slaves as subjects ought.
A stand was taken, and things put on hold
But e’en though the move was bold,
The Tyrant’s ruthless cuts and moves,
Reduced the hold to public approved
Compromise; ’twas said, “All good”,
Both sides won, ‘cept Tyrant’s mood
And soon the Tyrant doubled down
And ran the people into the ground
As push to shove to marching boots
Became the Tyrant’s power routes,
And people, no more had the right
To join in freedom’s noble fight.
Brown Shirts, dark hearts and special rights,
They made the people to recite
A pledge to obey the Tyrant King
To bow down and kiss his ring,
Grovel, kowtow, be nothing more
Than Tyrant’s slaves as ne’er before.
Until one night in hours before dawn
One stood up and called upon
A group of others tired of crawling
And, together, (through life appalling),
They organized the people’s hearts
And freedom’s fight had its start.
Before the Tyrant had the chance
To take away freedom’s glance
Inside the hearts and souls of man
Where freedom’s calling laid the plan
To defeat the Tyrant and his Brown Shirts
And make a difference in people’s hurts.
So freedom’s light returned to the land
Of Tyrant King’s defeat unplanned
Because the people stood up tall
And stood together, servants all,
Of Liberty’s bright guiding light
That shines the brightest in the night.