Hands in the Air
Oh yeah, you got the love, sings the star
To the heartbroken fan;
For this reason I kneel, chants the prayer book
To the penitent man;
For this reason we fight? tweets the journo,
Counting the dead;
Were the words ‘Yes we can’? says Obama,
Scratching his head.
If you have any comments on this poem, Michael Loveday
would be pleased to hear from you.