Up in the sky was painted fine,
a false and most misleading sign;
An image, to enchant the mind -
A drama playing out its time;
And all the people down below,
held captive by the witching show
thought the pictures held for them truth -
that change for them would come forsooth;
Divided by the scene and stage,
Between their hearts a war did wage -
which of the figures in the sky
would bring for them best change, and why;
But on an island not so far,
Lived people who could see the stars;
Looking beyond the tapestry,
they saw bliss in simplicity;
They knew their cousins were all lost,
and tried to save them at all costs -
Calling out from across the sea
"POLITICS IS A FALLACY!"
And yet the others did not hear;
they held the drama all too dear -
whilst they should have feared this drama,
Instead they all feared Obama.
Wake up sheeples, and see the sky;
modern politics is a lie -
Don't worry about presidents -
Abandon all your resentment
And if you must still watch that show
make sure that you always know
it's just a play, a game of woe -
And no true harm from it will grow.
