All Hail Barack, Our Savior

I found this poem by Sam Adams today over at ResistNet.com. It's a bit long, but so is our list of grievances against Zero, not to mention the number of calendar days until 1/20/2013.

(Maybe we'll get lucky, and his next magic trick will be to make himself disappear: He'll close his eyes and tap his heals together three times and say there's no place like Kenya, there's no place like Kenya, there' no place like ...)

Sorry.

I was starting to think it could actually happen and got carried away. Anyway, you can listen to the song version by Tom Paine here while you read along.

I came upon a college kid,
Whose eyes were wide with glee,
He said Barack Obama,
Was sent to set us free!

All hail Barack, our savior,
Disciples faint and cry,
While listening to his rhetoric,
Rising to the sky.

Yes give us Hope, and give us Change,
And give us much much more,
Barack has said "We are the ones,
That we've been waiting for!"

All hail the god of government,
Give me my daily bread,
While robbing me of dignity,
My soul will soon be dead.

For you and your utopia,
Beware what history's said,
Toil, tears and tyranny,
(Who knows how many dead?)

We smile now for the crisis,
To our economy,
And count the blessings of a crash,
To finally set us free!

The market's broke, there's too much greed,
It's plain for all to see,
That's why Barack says now we need,
A NEW philosophy!

We all must look to government,
Barack says, "Look to ME!
Because I have the answer, it's,
Economic equality!"

From each by their ability,
To each to fill their need,
"Yes I, Barack, will show you how
To purge yourself of greed."

All hail the god of government,
Give me my daily bread,
While robbing me of dignity,
My soul will soon be dead.

For you and your utopia,
Beware what history's said,
Toil, tears and tyranny,
(Who knows how many dead?)

Barack, he went to Harvard,
His Czars all went to Yale,
So THEY know how to run your life,
Or throw you into to jail.

All hail our big computers,
Run by men from MIT
Their brains replace the marketplace,
With government, you'll see!

All hail the god of government,
Give me my daily bread,
While robbing me of dignity,
My soul will soon be dead.

For you and your utopia,
Beware what history's said,
Toil, tears and tyranny,
(Who knows how many dead?)

And you there clinging to your guns,
Religion, property,
Hear his words, check out his smile,
And let him set you free!

His plans require our patience,
A moment, you will see,
How things get when he shuts up Beck,,
Limbaugh and Hannity

All hail the god of government,
Give me my daily bread,
While robbing me of dignity,
My soul will soon be dead.

For you and your utopia,
Beware what history's said,
Toil, tears and tyranny,
(Who knows how many dead?)

The Socialist temptation,
Gleams like a shining star,
When men will trade their freedom,
For bread, a house, a car.

Beware of unchecked ego,
Beware the Master Plan!
For men with all the answers,
Take freedom when they can.

Herr Hitler was a genius,
His was the Master Race,
A "thousand year" utopia,
That brought mankind disgrace.

But, wait, there's Comrade Lenin,
And Comrade Stalin too,
They gave us all a paradise,
That mankind came to rue.

But look, here's Castro's Cuba
A Socialist Paradise,
And when you voice your protest,
That's when you're put on ice.

All hail the god of government,
Give me my daily bread,
While robbing me of dignity,
My soul will soon be dead.

For you and your utopia,
Beware what history's said,
Toil, tears and tyranny,
(We dare not count the dead)

We pray to Comrade Stalin,
And Mao and Ho Chi Minh,
We pray that they forgive us of,
Our capitalistic sin.

Oh see our youthful legions,
As they swear oaths to Barrack,
And by their cultish worship,
Our forbears they do mock.

NOW Hail Barack, our savior,
Yes, HAIL, that's what I said!
You dare oppose our savior,
Then YOU will join the dead!

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All Hail Barack, Our Savior