You got no choice
that’s what you all been told to listen to.
These criminals in the office want to control and limit you.
All the political power is ours
but these cowards’ goals and principles is to imprison you.
Mr. President, you inherited the devilish ways of your Dad,
you the biggest terrorist there ever is.
It’s evident you’re negative
and your father was bothered before
so you used the war as a score to settle it.
World peace is said to be the planet’s plans,
so you attack the Taliban in Afghanistan?
Bin Laden you let escape and through the sand he ran.
Now he’s taping death threats on a Handi-cam.
Non-humane, Iraq, Saddam Hussein,
didn’t find weapons still went and bombed with planes.
Arms are aimed Children and moms are maimed,
C4 killing soldiers when the car’s detained.
And you still getting money from these corporations,
and how you pay them back is with these altercations.
Under no terms
you have my vote earned,
not while the sun burns,
each day the globe turns.
Problems evolving,
partial involvement could solve it
if you weren’t golfing so often
Believe me y’all, its much worse than it looks.
So let’s vote, and stop beating around the Bush!— Wordsworth, 2004
(via Ishbadiddle)
