My party made false claims against
A sitting president,
Outlandish claims, unevidenced,
Refuted—yet, beligerent
In roundelay we went:
“The president was born abroad,
He is no citizen,”
Thus went the lies, as fraud met fraud,
By video, by pen
Repeated yet again.
“He is no Christian,” so we sang,
“But Muslim born and bred,
And like a nigger ought to hang”
(This proxies said instead
But we nodded our head),
“Which—as a Muslim—he himself
A terrorist mastermind
Keeps the Qur’an upon the shelf,
Direction for to find
From verses underlined.”
(“Also he is an athiest”
We simultaneous cried,
Hater of God, by Satan blest,
Who mocks Christ crucified,
The Godhead he denied.”)
So through his term of eight long years
We never ceased our clamor,
Besetting him with lies and jeers,
In shrill vociferous stammer:
“Barack Hussein Obammer.”
Eight years being done, and after I
Could do no more to block him,
I chiseled at his legacy,
From sainthood to unfrock him,
And found new ways to knock him.
We said that he as president
Had wiretapped his successor,
So the false allegation went,
Disproved by each assessor
But lies found no redresser.
So we maligned, impugned, besmirched,
Our slanders centrifugal,
As to extremes our party lurched,
In our largesse not frugal
Of lies proclaimed on Google.
And I, at last, who staked my claim
That his term must be single,
Saw time and truth devour my name,
And left vainglory’s shingle
With dust to intermingle.
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