Phil Roberts

N.S.A.

I am 64 and loves cats, rock music, and horror fiction and poetry






Jackboots crunch on greying bones
Of innocents dragged out into the night,
Cruelly taken from their homes
In a world where the good have no rights.

The new Gestapo terrorises decent folks
For speaking out against the regime,
So many die for what they spoke
Or vanish ... never more to be seen.

Obama's evil terror squads
Goosestep around the earth by day,
All the evil he does is at odds
With words of hope, he once did say.

People vanish in the night
For speaking out against this fiend,
Disappearing from their family's sight
Victims of Obama's dire regime.

No-one now dares speak the truth
Of terror wrought by the CIA,
The new Gestapo requires no prove
To send the innocent to their graves.

Obama is truly the Anti-Christ
A creature from Satan's dark domain,
"All hope is lost now to the night!"
That's what the devil's son proclaims.

Those who dare fight for freedom's sake
Are kidnapped and sent to Cuba's shores,
Their torture may our bodies break
But we will speak the truth forevermore.

Near eight years on from the day
That the Anti-Christ strode into power,
Only Christ, Jesus now can save
The human race in this loathsome hour.

THE END
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Melbourne, Victoria, Australia

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