As the dead amassed on the courtroom floor
The hysterical crowd cheered for more
It was a sight the hangman could not ignore
As he pulled the noose nice and tight
While the priest who gave the Sunday mass
Was arrested while the plate was passed
As all the windows stained with glass
Came crashing down from the heavenly heights
The Politico's lies were on display
While the masses all did moo and bray
Believing the tales of a better day
Despite the gathering gloom
And all the coins that read, "In God We Trust"
Now despoiled with blood and rust
Were blown away by the cosmic dust
Of a warplane's "sonic boom"
