Oh, no! A bad poem by me!

Bush is going to be inaugurated (again!) this week.

I really think I've had enough to deal with in recent weeks without having to see his smug face looking out over his pre-screened group of adoring minions. But,

There he will be...

First, with his hand on the bible, taking the oath of office.
Then, turning to the cameras...

He will start to speak.
And he'll speak and he'll speak and he'll speak.

He will say things misleading.
He will say things deceiving.
He will say things in language thats mangled and garbled and full of cheerleading
For causes I hate, for issues contrived,
For people whose wealth simply can't be denied!
He will speak of his judgment, he will speak of his faith.
He will speak of the work that is yet to be done.
He will speak with a chuckle and a spark in his eye,
and when its all finished the news will be spun!

By Fox and by others who don't question why,
a man invades countries with out reason or fear
of the damage he'll do or the burden we'll bear
in lives that are lost and a mission unclear.

His legal advisors have written of torture
and come to conclusions repulsive, "You see
when we do it, we must. And it's right
because none can question our morals or might."

His words will then fly in the face of the facts
and all of the progress our world once had made
at working together as brothers and sisters
toward a greater resect for each other and our world.

Then the crowds will start cheering and the flags begin waving,
He's done it again, and will do it again.

While I sit in my anger and grief and despair
and I wonder "Where is the justice?" "Where?"