It’s unfair the Obamatons howl,
To charge guilt by association;
Our boy has committed no foul;
He’s just one of the congregation.
While sitting there twenty long years,
As the reverend spewed out his odium,
Naught wafted into those large ears,
But spittle and froth from the podium?

No such tirades did I ever see,
Says Obama now that it’s news;
No rants about AIDS heard by me,
Nor venomous bile aimed at Jews.
You cherry pick dribbles and bites
From sermons of many long years;
You say my preacher hates whites?
My goodness that’s news to my ears!

But a man picks a church like a wife,
As a comfortable mate for his soul,
With commonly shared views of life;
They are parts of the man as a whole.
So Obama is welcome to try
To convince us that his soul is pure,
But it’s just a political lie;
He buys into his preacher’s manure.

Why else then sit in that church pew,
With children and wife at your side?
If you truly do not share the world view,
Of your hate-spewing spiritual guide?
Yet now you denounce Jeremiah,
In your quest for power and station;
He’s a conveniently banished pariah;
Barack, you’re an Obamanation.

Contributed by Russ Vaughn on March 16, 2008 at 07:43 PM in Obamanation, Poetry, Politics, Russ Vaughn | Permalink

Comments

Posted by: Raven

The ObOmB is nothing but a race baiting hate monger. That's why he's so popular among the Democrats- they're all like that. Those who claim to be so tolerant and mindful and diverse. Uh huh...Yeah right!!

Posted by: Raven | Mar 17, 2008 7:25:34 PM