A bit of doggerel bit me in the muse. I get nervous when I begin to rhyme.
Just Another Name on a Wall
The wimps of war are blowing,
and blowing hard,
as reaping follows sowing
and it was all just a pack of cards
Bush prays for a 9-11, a 9-11 twice
and rolls the dice..
a military coroner shakes
charred teeth from a bag,
an officer in dress uniform knocks
on the next next of kin’s door,
“Bring it on!”
Ready for the chisel to carve
just another name on a wall.
Rumsfeld and the Neocons
gunning for Saddam,
spared no expense
to see death and destruction
so beautifully dispensed
but a hundred Tomahawks at ten million per
could not find the filthy cur.
After the missiles Top Guns streaked
fingers on the triggers
of ordnance so smart
Air War became High Art
but the kill boxes must have leaked.
Life, limb, and truth are shattered
as talking heads chatter
and the reverends and doctors of spin
righteously opin on the wages of sin
ready for the chisel to carve
just another name on a wall.
to be continued?
1:32:14 PM 
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