by JS Schilling
the W.M.D.'s?
we needed them,
it was payback time
for 9/11!
Like a punk who sucker punches you,
we pulled our gun,
but we shot ourselves in the foot
instead of getting the bad guy.
Now,
we limb along saying,
"Don't mess with us!"
Yeah,
don't mess with us,
'cause we have no idea
what we are doing,
hell man,
we never did.
And so the young people die
and for what?
An American football score
so we can say,
"We are number one!"
~
Copyright © 2007 - JS Schilling
Published: 12/6/07 · Author's Page · Next Poem