Born to wealth and power without the need to try,
An empty shell in a vast, tumultuous sea.
Adept at arrogance and so inclined to tell the easy lie.
Born on third base, but it was a triple, thinks he.
Surrounded by incompetence, the serpents swim about
Basking in glory and power, their course never in doubt.
Angry, vicious monsters consuming honor and truth
Spewing vile words of fear and spreading the uncouth
Rhetoric which causes destruction and even death.
With no respect for heroes, so many lost in youth.
And fragile civil liberties are left gasping for a breath.

America forced to sing "Bye Bye Miss American Pie!"
They are chauffered as the people "Drive the Chevy to the levee."
But the levee washed away in the sweet by and by
As The Big Easy was swept away and consumed in a sea
Of empty promises. Incompetence and greed won out
As thousands of poor and desperate souls, to the heavens, shout!
To see the reason for it all one doesn't need a sleuth.
Their hearts are filled with greed and ruled by such untruth.
A Holy War based on lies, for Muslim's shibboleth.
In such an evil environment what suffers most is truth.
And fragile civil liberties are left gasping for a breath.

The disenfranchised numbers grow Oh, so very high.
American's divided by class, "you're different from me,"
Is what they preach and no matter how we try
The spies and wire taps abound from sea to shining sea.
It does no good to cry or wail or pout.
Absolute power for too long is what it's all about.
The "People" have become so desperate, even a half-truth
Is more than WE expect. Pitting the old against the youth
In an ultimate battle to the death
While only the poor must stop at the wealthy guy's toll booth.
And fragile civil liberties are left gasping for a breath.

A hundred watt bulb is needed to light the sky
Anything dimmer and it's so difficult to see
Reading properly requires enough light, Oh my
A forty watt brain is to dim for you and me.
Such limited illumination fills the poor with doubt
That HE can read so well or figure anything out.
Citizens hear words like "strategery." It makes them feel ruth
And when he says N-U-K-U-L-A-R, it just does not sound couth.
The world's fear increases each time he takes a breath
To speak. It's been so since his youth.
And fragile civil liberties are left gasping for a breath.

The administration which surrounds this inept guy
Are as incompetent and arrogant as he.
They fill the halls of power with hot air each time they lie.
The earth will be a safer place for everyone to see
When the current sweeps these serpent monsters out
of power. And then the world can talk about
Correcting all the errors. The poor of wealth and youth
Screaming from rooftops everywhere, "May we finally hear the truth?"
Maybe there will be an end to all this war and death.
The light will shine exposing them for the ultimate untruth.
And fragile civil liberties are left gasping for a breath.

Reserved in Hell there is a place as the devil sips Vermouth
To celebrate and welcome these minions who cannot tell the truth.
If there is justice in this world, the agony of death
Will lead them all to flames in the shape of a sawtooth.
And fragile civil liberties can finally catch their breath!


"CHANT ROYALE An elaborate fixed form of ballade in Old French poetry,
consisting of five stanzas of eleven lines with a refrain at the end of each
stanza, rhyming ababccddedE and an envoi of five lines rhyming ddedE.