Twas the night before election, all across the nation
The elderly, the poor, sat in dark rooms, eating Ken-L-Ration.
The ballots are stacked high on tables for Tuesday,
As I type this post for the following 'Moos Day'.
The Obama was nestled all smug in his bed,
As visions of four ‘similar years’ danced in his head.
And Michelle in chiffon, and Bo on his bed,
Had just begun to doze when they heard a sound they dread.
Out on the south lawn there arose such a clatter,
All sprang from their beds to see what was the matter.
Down to the Oval Office they flew in a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The night was so dark but the moon threw a glow,
They could see lanterns of Patriots there down below.
When, what to their watery eyes should appear,
A tall man in a hat walking slowly from far to near.
He was tall, all dressed in black, with stovepipe hat on his head,
As he came close they could hear his boots crunch leaves which lay dead.
He pulled a box on a wagon behind him so slowly,
A quiet, humble man born to conditions so lowly.
He paused at the patio outside of the office,
Looked up to the window with his long, drawn face.
In the next moment he pointed and spoke, “Obama Family,
I bring you a gift which you must see.”
“It’s called the Constitution of the United States.
It is the Foundation of our Nation which you must so hate.
You’ve ignored many Laws since the last election,
It’s time our Nation makes a correction.
You kept the economy in the ditch,
You marketed hatred by the poor of the rich,
You supported anarchists, rioters, Nazis and the worst,
You gave voice to unions and your supporters first.
When America was attacked, you watched and you sat,
Thinking of ways in which you wouldn’t be ‘blamed for that’.
But the truth will be released, the truth will out,
We will not forget those abandoned by you and your louts.
21 Million Americans out of work,
All you can do is show contempt - as you enjoy your perks,
You told supporters that, “Voting is the Best Revenge”,
While others before you have died to protect this Right - this privilege.”
Lincoln paused to pull his gloved hand across his face,
“Mr. President I have seen the violence fought over race,
Witnessed hatred in this Nation attempting to tear it asunder,
I ordered men to march into battle amidst the sounds of thunder.
You have polarized this Nation as none has before,
Weakened our Military so that we are unprepared for war,
Taken from those who serve this great Nation,
And given to others, in an effort to buy this election.”
Lincoln dropped the handle of the cart he was pulling,
Looked up one last time and spoke the words he was mulling,
“President Obama you are now on notice,
You are coming to the end of your days as POTUS.
Pack your teleprompter, your flight jacket, your Blackberry.
This Nation will get back to the business of prosperity.
Your time is up - your race is run,
Grab your family, leash your dog, your day in office now is done.”
The President woke up, rubbed his eyes with his sleeve,
Rolled to his left and considered the message he received.
“I will not go, and that is all, this is my place,
This is my home, my office, I will not leave in disgrace.
Whatever the result of this election,
I will not go, this is MY Nation.
They cannot make me go if I want to stay,
I will change the law this very day.
Once again he heard the other President’s voice boom throughout the room:
“Don't interfere with anything in the Constitution. That must be maintained, for it is the only safeguard of our liberties.
And not to Democrats alone do I make this appeal, but to all who love these great and true principles.”
--Abraham Lincoln, August 27, 1856, Speech at Kalamazoo, Michigan
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