Undying Trust

Trust is a fragile commodity. Once it is lost, it is lost, not to be regained. Barack Hussein Obama, visiting a local kindergarten class, tells the kiddies who he is.

Come, children, sit upon my knee
And I shall tell thy destiny
A life of change, a life of hope
And you will even buy the rope
A genuflect, a knuckled brow
A jump, a leap, when I say “Now!”
I see the question in your mind
You wonder that I am so kind
To give to you the stars above
And you give me undying love
And yes, my children, love you must
For I am he in whom you trust

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