“THE TRUTH I’LL NEVER SPILL”
by Thomas Pastore, ©2017
(Jan. 4, 2017) — [Editor’s Note: The following was written prior to the November 8, 2016 presidential election.]
America, hello….for soon we’ll wave goodbye
I’ll leave your White House tainted with a shame I shall deny.
Around the world I apologized, for what I know not why
Perhaps the “chip” on shoulder mine, blinded duties and where they lie.
My name is Barry or Barack, please pick or choose at will
For it matters very little, since the Truth I’ll never spill.
My Social was a number, of one that’s now deceased
My copied Birth Certificate comes from a printer we had leased.
My origin of Birth may be from sea to shining sea
Or maybe some village small, called “Kenya,” in Hawaii.
This fable of who I really am was not BUILT as my lie
As I said to all, so many times, someone else built that, not I.
Should my transparency be not clear to you, it means I’m simply plastic
With vision clear, see through those lies, though I’d admit some were fantastic.
I spoke to you of Hope and Change, but never you’d suspect
That your Constitution was my vengeful wrath, as its meaning I’d dissect.
Understand my needs required, no longer as depicted
A united people in a “United States,” the Constitution is “evicted.”
I promised all no need to work, your choice is no more free
For “socialism” is the word, someone else will “pay your fee.”
I can buy you with my “Things-for-Free;” Americans are weak that way
Promise them some “bagged illusions” as long as they don’t pay.
From Fast & Furious and Wide-Receiver, to Benghazi and IRS
Scandals STILL with Hidden Truths, who else could give you less??
Cooperation, negotiations, mean things must go my way
If not I grab my fancy pen and Executive Orders I write all day.
I deny the Evil of our enemies’ ways, grant them protection to this land
With disregard to America’s people, while I think “I am so grand!!”
For I sell you illusions and empty dreams, and say it with a smile.
I thank your media for their “love of me,” for they conceal my evil ways
Their hard drives soon to be erased, no one must know what they won’t say.
I want to thank those all around me for defending all those lies
My friends say, “What difference does it make?” as long as it’s not “US” who has to die.
I’m working on my legacy, so serving America’s on “standby”
I represented three branches of government as Me, Myself, and I.
My legacy is wide and sure, for I make it sound so real
I can’t remember what I did but will read it all in my VERY rich book deal!!
Will I see you at my library, where you can admire, touch, and look
But stay away from my “Shelves of Deeds,” for they will be filled with all “FAUX “ books.
Farewell for now, America, for there’s more we need to do
Should Hillary take my place, complete my task, then America’s end is true.
I did my best to tear it down and make “freedom” a bad word
Some resisted my “internal coup,” a Silent Majority wants to be heard.
Should Americans rise up to the Patriot ring of Liberty’s Bell
Then fear consumes my heart, my feet
As I run, I say “farewell”
A view/opinion by Thomas Pastore, Vietnam Veteran, USMC, a member of the “Silent Majority,” asking Uncle Sam’s people to RISE again.
(January 20, 2017)…WE CAN NOW SAY….FREE-AT-LAST…FREE-AT-LAST….LEAVE US, OBAMA, LEAVE US…FOR NOW, WE ARE- FREE-AT-LAST!!!
Sharon Rondeau has operated The Post & Email since April 2010, focusing on the Obama birth certificate investigation and other government corruption news. She has reported prolifically on constitutional violations within Tennessee’s prison and judicial systems.