President Obama reminds us daily of the sanctity of his values. So valuable are Obama’s values that he has created a special Cabinet position to keep them secure from enemy hands. A frightening job, for it calls for unalloyed obedience and obeisance to Obama. To deviate is deviance, and that cannot be tolerated. But the holder of this Cabinet position does not sit at the big table in the White House conference room. No, the holder of this position sits deep in the bowels of the Obama White House, below the swimming pool where frolic the ghosts of JFK and Fiddle and Faddle. He may be found on any day, sitting in the darkness, a solitary figure, The Keeper Of The Values.
In darkness deep, behind the stone
Lined door that leads to what
In former times would have been called
A corridor whose shut
And moldering doors are fairly lined
In rectangles of rust
With signs brief lit in flickered light
In Naught but O we trust
The Keeper, bent and frail he is
Works steady at his task
Of shining values with a cloth
Yet pausing now to ask
What are the values of this man?
Has he a core belief?
Has anything he’s said or done
Stood out in stark relief
To show he has the inner strength
To lead in crisis times
Or faith to face down wickedness
And punish tyrant’s crimes?
He doubted now his very work
He doubted Hussein’s heart
And doubting, heard the footsteps fall
And heard the heavens part
As down the corridor it came
To punish doubter’s sin
The screaming Keeper watched the door
Slam shut and lock him in