The Tale of the Two-Colored Man

Created such socialist drama

Then he claimed he'd been sinned

For the shade of his skin

To cover deserving the trauma

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His own mama named him Hussein

But say so and be called profane

His radical ties

And his racist-type lies

Should surely derail his campaign

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Oh here was a candidate running

Who, law of the harvest was shunning,

The fruit of the planters

He'd give to the ranters

And he thought himself rather cunning

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He claimed that he'd play Robin Hood

And the poor thought that this was all good

But the wise saw the theft

And it left them bereft

See, they just didn't think that he Should

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It is truthful to say he was clever

Said radical friendships were severed

He distanced his ilk

The wealthy to bilk

But he proved to be racist as ever

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He'd say anything but the truth

To score points in the old voting booth

But averted attack

By crying "I'm black!"

And black, white, or green that's uncouth

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Yes Barrack's plan to destroy our nation

Has earned him foreign adulation

Our enemies love it

Our freedom they covet

Betray us? without hesitation!