Sunday, March 21, 2010

The Ravin'

TheRaven by Edgar Allan Poe

The Ravin’ by Mrs. Paddy

Once upon a Congress clearly, while we marched on weak and weary
Over many a quaint and curious Patriot-begotten shore,
While we chanted, singing, clapping, suddenly there came a tapping
As of someone fiercely rapping, rapping on their chamber door.
‘Tis some Patriot,’ they muttered, ‘tapping at my chamber door-
Only fools, and nothing more.’

Ah, distinctly I remember it was from that bleak November,
And each Democratic Member wrought their will upon the poor.
Painfully I glimpsed the morrow; - vainly we had sought to borrow
From our Land surcease of sorrow – Standing on the Nation’s floor.
From the base and ignorant maiden, who is Nancy, Barry’s whore.
Shameless there for evermore.

And Obama, sought to woo us, sought his way and looked right through us
Pained us – Changed us with fantastic errors never seen before;
So that now, to keep repeating, Patriots began entreating
Speaking loud and oft repeating, beating on the Chamber doors-
Like inquisitors repeating, ‘Read the Constitution, or-
You’ll be gone,’ and nothing more.

Presently our ire grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
‘Sir’ said I, ‘or Madam, truly your attention I implore;’
But the fact is we were napping, and so gently laid your trapping
And so boldly you were scrapping, scrapping all we loved before,
That I scarce believed you’d do it – Shred the Constitution more!
But you have, and nothing more.

Deep into the darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, watching die the dreams our children dream no more.
And the silence was unbroken, and the sleeping stayed un-woken,
And the only words there spoken were behind the chamber doors!
Reid and Nancy and Obama murmured back ‘Free? Nevermore’
Only this and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, Patriot soul within me burning,
From a riled and angry nation, soon I heard a loud commotion,
‘Surely,’ said I, ‘Surely hear us, you should know you need to fear us;
Tyranny is not a notion, geared to fill us with devotion-
If you’ll stop and think a moment! Hear our pleas are not emotion-
‘Tis our Right, and nothing more!

Listen now, no need to stutter, We’re not riff-raff from the gutter
We are here a last assembly to preserve our nation’s soul
We don’t owe you our attention; you must fail in your intention
To destroy our hallowed nation, Bankruptcy is your clear goal.
We will fight you, we’ll remove you, think you clear of anger’s toll?
You’ll be gone, and something more!

When our Liberty is reeling, and sick hubris you are feeling
By the graves of founding Fathers’ and the Constitution swore
‘Though our battle is but started, soon from your seat you’ll be parted’
Ghastly law to serfdom send us, but we’ll yield you nothing more.
Tell me how you’ll face your nation, all your souls sold like a whore?
List’ the People: “Nevermore!”

I marveled at the stinking process and discourse you sought to boss us
Listened not unto your people – little relevance we bore;
Made no difference that we phoned! We faxed and marched! Will you atone?
We the People have lost patience with the Congress on the Floor
House and Senate both imperial; both corrupt unto the core
Liberty cries; “Nevermore.”

But the Congress and Obama, press upon us one more drama
As if one-sixth of our nation isn’t big enough to score
Sitting with his fingers steepled, ramming healthcare on the people
Setting up a monster program; geared to gut us to the core
A hundred and ten new bureaus forming, taxing all we have and more
Only Tax: and Nothing more.

But Obama sits there smiling, Democrats their vote beguiling
Another loss of freedom stripping, stripping from the nation’s core
And he spits upon our freedom, thinks no bill of rights we’re needin’
And the Patriots see their future, filled with promise nevermore
See the empty days before us, As we sing in dreadful chorus
USA is Nevermore.

Startled at the stillness broken by the word so aptly spoken,
‘Doubtless,’ says he, ‘what you utter is just hype and nothing more’
‘I will be your lord and master. It is not a great disaster
I just hope to change you faster! Faster than the Bush of yore.’
And with melancholy faces, Change is here. And hope? No more.
Liberty is Nevermore.

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