NO BIG DEAL, OBAMA
Obama thinks that Ebola is no big deal.
The Democrats worry about icebergs melting in a hundred years
And scoff at the new bubonic plague.
Say it’s no big deal to Thomas Duncan, Nina Pham, Amber Vinson.
Tell it to the family members who have lost
Or are losing
Their loved ones.
Tell it to the rain that falls on their tears
And confuses them between grief and cleanliness.
Obama, tell it to the disease laden West Africans who
Will be flying here because you
Don’t have the courage to quarantine the carriers,
The leaders of a horrible disease’s death flight
Into our country.
Tell it to the liberals who regard prejudice against
Ebola as a kind of Klu Klux clan attitude
Tell the Black Panthers that you, Obama, are a cat
Of reverse prejudice,
You are pro death.
Come on Obama.
Take off your black beret.
Here comes a new type of AIDS without the intimacy
Just the gnawing of disease.
No gay pleasure or gain,
Obama, I thought you had whipped your crop
With the economy,
Had stung our hides with Isis,
But you had just driven our ponies of destruction
Out of the stable
Until you rode us in a froth into the broken leg of Ebola
On your personal, divisive race track.
You are so bad that you make optimism look silly.
I feel like laughing at the seriousness of death.
I didn’t vote for you—
I can rest in peace at the feet of the wise angels.
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