Obama

Sing your name above the line -
  a dark, dank cave awaits your crime.
No more freedom, no more cake,
  give 'em what they're yet to take.
Secret chambers, clear as mud -
  these are things denied by thud.
Howling maids have ran their raids;
  ev'ry shade they've yet to make.
No more hearsay, none of this.
  Politics shieled these heretics.
Lying just to keep their cool -
  fail their opposition, cruel.
Change the office pen by pen -
  dumb American citizens.
    No idea we know your schemes -
    you are not a deity.
Back door policy, no democracy.
  I don't take idiocracy.

Reviews

[Kleio13]

I like the rhyme scheme. A well thought out political based poem