Mine Eyes Have Seen... (a poem)

(With apologies to Julia Ward Howe and her revered Battle Hymn of the Republic)

Mine eyes have seen the stories from Obama's media horde;

They are trampling out what sanity their liberal brains once stored.

How he's using them is frightening, he's become their liberal lord,

But the dupes keep marching on.

You'll be sorry how he's used ya; you'll be sorry how he's used ya,

You'll be so sorry when he screws ya, but you dupes keep marching on.


Mine eyes have seen the talking heads kneeling to lick his shoes;

They regurgitate his talking points and tell us that it's news.

We'll all be struck by lightening ‘fore we hear opposing views,

But those dupes keep marching on.

You'll be sorry how he's used ya; you'll be sorry how he's used ya,

You'll be so sorry when he screws ya, but you dupes keep marching on.


Mine eyes have seen Chris Mathews as he rubs his leg and grins,

And drools just like a panting pup a'humping Obama's shins,

And like all puppies everywhere forgives all Master's sins;

That stupe keeps marching on.

You'll be sorry how he's used ya; you'll be sorry how he's used ya,

Chris you'll be sorry when he screws ya, but you dupes keep marching on.


Mine eyes have seen the New York Times as it descends to naught;

The liberal pup who inherited it all has driven it to aught.

This murderer of the Old Gray Dame's a spoiled and stupid snot;

But this dupe keeps marching on.

You'll be sorry how he's used ya; you'll be sorry how he's used ya,

You'll be so sorry when he screws ya, but you dupes keep marching on.


Mine eyes have seen these cattle as they kneel and meekly moo;

They're hooves are trampling out our votes uncaring what they do.

Where once there was some honesty there's now no news that's true;

But these dupes keep marching on.

You'll be sorry how he's used ya; you'll be sorry how he's used ya,

You'll be so sorry when he screws ya, but you dupes keep marching on.


Russ Vaughn

(With apologies to Julia Ward Howe and her revered Battle Hymn of the Republic)

Mine eyes have seen the stories from Obama's media horde;

They are trampling out what sanity their liberal brains once stored.

How he's using them is frightening, he's become their liberal lord,

But the dupes keep marching on.

You'll be sorry how he's used ya; you'll be sorry how he's used ya,

You'll be so sorry when he screws ya, but you dupes keep marching on.


Mine eyes have seen the talking heads kneeling to lick his shoes;

They regurgitate his talking points and tell us that it's news.

We'll all be struck by lightening ‘fore we hear opposing views,

But those dupes keep marching on.

You'll be sorry how he's used ya; you'll be sorry how he's used ya,

You'll be so sorry when he screws ya, but you dupes keep marching on.


Mine eyes have seen Chris Mathews as he rubs his leg and grins,

And drools just like a panting pup a'humping Obama's shins,

And like all puppies everywhere forgives all Master's sins;

That stupe keeps marching on.

You'll be sorry how he's used ya; you'll be sorry how he's used ya,

Chris you'll be sorry when he screws ya, but you dupes keep marching on.


Mine eyes have seen the New York Times as it descends to naught;

The liberal pup who inherited it all has driven it to aught.

This murderer of the Old Gray Dame's a spoiled and stupid snot;

But this dupe keeps marching on.

You'll be sorry how he's used ya; you'll be sorry how he's used ya,

You'll be so sorry when he screws ya, but you dupes keep marching on.


Mine eyes have seen these cattle as they kneel and meekly moo;

They're hooves are trampling out our votes uncaring what they do.

Where once there was some honesty there's now no news that's true;

But these dupes keep marching on.

You'll be sorry how he's used ya; you'll be sorry how he's used ya,

You'll be so sorry when he screws ya, but you dupes keep marching on.


Russ Vaughn