We are a nation like no other:
We are the City on the Hill
Where looking down we kill a brother;
Or anybody who’s too shrill.
Here we’re controlled by politicians
Who secretly approve renditions;
And we’re so blind we cannot see
That brother is a you and me;
Here we can execute Troy Davis
On evidence so flimsy that,
If he weren’t black, we’d smell a rat;
And we’d be shouting, “Someone save us.”
The people we should execute:
Republicans. Commence with Newt.
*THIS TITLE IS TAKEN FROM A BOOK BY NEWT GINGRICH