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Codric was in New York and Massachusetts in the days immediately following the re-election of Dubya. The mood was sombre in these traditional Democrat areas, bordering on a deepening shame about what they felt was happening in the USA. The following poems were penned in Nassau a few days later.
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Four More Years
Four more years, four years more
So grit your teeth and shed no tears
The people have spoken so don’t get sore
He’s found his God and they’ve got theirs
Use your tax breaks to the full
Loaf around in sea and sun
Come on, do it, don’t be dull
Realise life is full of fun
Don’t you worry about the poor
A New Deal has just been found
They’re the ones who can go to war
Think of it, the idea is sound
As for that blessed National Debt
To borrow money is no sin
Doesn’t matter it can’t be met
You’ll be dead when it’s called in
Let the world think what it likes
Now as one in its hates
Us, the nation of first strikes
God given, God driven United States
As for the over educated classes
Of intellectuals, gays and liberal thinkers
With their oysters, clams and wine filled glasses
Their hearts and minds in euro blinkers
Let them join their fellow pinkos
Listening for that tolling bell
For they’re just a load of hopeless stinkos
Queuing at the doors of Hell
We are rich and full of might
We don’t need reason on our side
The world is ours, as of right
Take it now and enjoy the ride
God made us what we are today
This Islamic thing must surely crash
Don’t let Allah take it all away
So go in, evangelise, kick ass
Four more years, four years more
For God’s new empire to prevail
Will we win, can we be sure?
What’s the price if we do fail?
The price of failure will be great
And leave a scar on our good name
Can we afford to risk this fate
And hang our heads in floodlit shame?
But the price of victory will be greater
Giving us a running sore
Giant bills to be paid for later
When the world erupts in holy war
So will he and God forgo this dance
And do what others dare not dare
To give the world another chance
And show us that they really care
Four more years, four years more
For them to stake their place
To open or close that eternal door
That divided our only human race
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God and Dubya
God moves in a mysterious way
And brings George W. into play
Endorsed by Him and endorsed by them
With licence to kill and spread mayhem
God no doubt has His plan
Of how to use His greatest fan
To return us all to primeval mud
Or turn him round and make him good
God got us where we are today
For He’s omnipotent, so they say
‘It’s not for us to question why
But for us to do and die’
God, can this last be really true
That the masses must obey the few?
And go to war in Your name
To play out their unholy game
God tells us that our Earthly strife
Will be rewarded in an afterlife
But those who by our hands we fell
Will, in contrast, go to Hell
God, You gave us George W.
He believes his job is to follow you
Some worship him as Your son
To save the foetus and preserve the gun
God, please tell him this isn’t so
And there really isn’t some unholy foe
That compassion is not a dirty word
And being liberal is not so absurd
God, it’s presumption, we admit
That to some You’ve become a shit
Your sell-by date has come and gone
Your holy Will will not be done
God, redeem Yourself in our eyes
Make the bygones become bye-byes
Admit you have no master plan
Pull Yourself together and become a Man
God, take a clean sheet of paper
Prove again You are our Maker
Point One with Your new found brush
Get rid of that bloody eejit Bush
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