A crushing defeat – how it stuns.
And soon from The White House he runs.
But as he withdraws
He makes damaging laws,
Scatters sand in the works, spikes the guns.
Devastation, it marks my defeat;
I lay waste as my armies retreat –
Booby-trap all that’s good,
Poison wells, burn the wood,
Kill the cattle, and trample the wheat.
It’s so very hard to untangle –
Just why would he murder and mangle?
In his troubled mind
No reason I find;
I therefore can’t work out his angle.
To his words, I wouldn’t give weight.
His statement, I wouldn’t inflate.
The facts I’ve collated;
No cause motivated
Him – clearly, he had a clean slate.
Obama’s reaction – it stuns,
As logical reasoning he shuns.
That home-grown jihadi,
He wasn’t the baddie;
The problem is good guys with guns.
The crow flies to Europe to see
The dove, and they make their decree:
‘We’re in this together,
All birds of a feather,
And pluck you, should you disagree!’
“That’s not who we are!” – so say some;
A statement dreamed up by the dumb.
But that’s not the worry,
As refugees scurry,
It’s rather……. who we may become.