by HL
Those brave
Boys with the Stars
Marched up to the shrine of demonocracy.
While they did the lying,
We did the crying.
You leaders,
Tell our boys, “No more death!”
We got no time for suffering
& dying,
Let the unwashed
& unknowing
Do it for us.
Clear our memories of deep freeze
Wars,
Use the oil on our highways.
Sheikhs?
Dress them up like Philistines.
Keep us safe from Khyber
Spying,
Paint their faces with grotesque
Stories,
Make them murderers
That got no cool.
Help us win
This climate conquest.
Keep us on the airways
Flying.
Melt the snow on highest
Mountains,
Blame it all on
Chinese coal.
Demand
Blood money at our gates,
More credit!
Save our sorry
Mortgaged asses.
We shall be last to face our fates.
HL is a computer-nerd bicyclist who cranks out poetry as he rides along prairie grass and gravel roads. He says, "War is not the Answer / Ride a Bicycle," and more at his HL link here and in the left column of The New Verse News.
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