- Category: Obama
- Published on 01 June 2012
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This pair of Petrarchan sonnets were composed -- the first my Michael Schauerte, the second by myself -- on the eve of the midterm elections of 2010, two years into Obama's presidential term.
In oh-oh-8 Obama’s hope a-spread“It might get better, or less bad perchance,A time to stop that crawl and learn to dance”We thought in weary longing, underfed.So up! we stood, and off away were ledTo move at last, the thrill, the swift advance!To think as one, the ecstasy of tranceIn thrall to Barack, feet and heart and head Two years are gone, alas, and so is hopeA-shriveled, lost in faraway IraqNot “yes we can” but “sure as hell we can’t”So muddled lib’ruls desperately copeWhilst brain-dead tea-bags mount a strange attackBut who’s for pulling out the money plant?
Ah! Once Obama's Hope spread far and wideBenumbèd minds awoke from their trance –To crawl no more! And learn the way to dance!”And wearied eyes in wonderment descriedTh‘ approach at last of Change’s rising tide,In motion now, the thrill of fast advance,We hail the blessèd* herald, Hist’ry’s Chance!A politician, yes! but on our side. Alas, he lied and lied and lied and lied...A trillion bucks all for his banker friends.While for their dupes, foreclosèd – not a cent!He sends them mis’rable away, to bideAmong the homeless, ‘til the system ends.It’s time the Money Madness up and went!
* “Barack” is Arabic for “blessed” (like Baruch in Hebrew).