Poetry
Bush sent his soldiers solving the world’s disorder,
organized by the top dogs of business domain,
absolving crimes they’ve done inside our border.
They created Homeland Security to brashly arraign
each traitorous fool who might dare complain.
George is brilliant say his powerful friends,
who bank-rolled the Bush election campaign,
and wait for obscene tax cuts as dividends.
Our tax surplus, which Bush so militant spends
will finance a kingdom for Saddam’s elite corps
while our Bill of rights, he blithely suspends.
Crusaders for God or Oil, wage virtuous war,
but worse than wars fought for that God or greed
are wars engineered just for his reelection need.
organized by the top dogs of business domain,
absolving crimes they’ve done inside our border.
They created Homeland Security to brashly arraign
each traitorous fool who might dare complain.
George is brilliant say his powerful friends,
who bank-rolled the Bush election campaign,
and wait for obscene tax cuts as dividends.
Our tax surplus, which Bush so militant spends
will finance a kingdom for Saddam’s elite corps
while our Bill of rights, he blithely suspends.
Crusaders for God or Oil, wage virtuous war,
but worse than wars fought for that God or greed
are wars engineered just for his reelection need.
Bill Clinton lied about his whore,
which was his blasphemy and sin.
George Bush lied on the need for war,
defends it still with Karl Rove’s spin.
Which liar, I ask, has hurt us more,
weighing the Iraq mess we’re in?
which was his blasphemy and sin.
George Bush lied on the need for war,
defends it still with Karl Rove’s spin.
Which liar, I ask, has hurt us more,
weighing the Iraq mess we’re in?
My president talks to God.
He said so. It was on TV.
My president took us to war in Iraq;
He said there were weapons of mass destruction there.
None have been found
He said Saddam Hussein was developing nuclear weapons
No proof of this has emerged.
He said there were ties between Saddam Hussein
and Al Qaeda
We now know this is not true.
If I mention these things, I will be labeled a Bush-hater.
After all, my president talks to God.
Since the war began, 1281 Americans
were killed in Iraq – 9765 wounded.
Since the war began more than 14,668 Iraqi civilians died.
Many were children. Some were injured
like Ali Ismail Abbas, age 12, when
one of our missiles hit his home, killed his family
and blew off both his arms above his elbows.
I cannot ask: what did the boy do to deserve that?
If I did, I would be called a Bush-hater
I do not hate my president
I pray for my president every day.
I pray that my president will stop talking to God
and start listening to Him.
My president took us to war in Iraq;
He said there were weapons of mass destruction there.
None have been found
He said Saddam Hussein was developing nuclear weapons
No proof of this has emerged.
He said there were ties between Saddam Hussein
and Al Qaeda
We now know this is not true.
If I mention these things, I will be labeled a Bush-hater.
After all, my president talks to God.
Since the war began, 1281 Americans
were killed in Iraq – 9765 wounded.
Since the war began more than 14,668 Iraqi civilians died.
Many were children. Some were injured
like Ali Ismail Abbas, age 12, when
one of our missiles hit his home, killed his family
and blew off both his arms above his elbows.
I cannot ask: what did the boy do to deserve that?
If I did, I would be called a Bush-hater
I do not hate my president
I pray for my president every day.
I pray that my president will stop talking to God
and start listening to Him.
Concerns for poor will go away,
compassion ends election day.
Our kids are left with debt to pay,
A penalty that we deserve.
The GOP knew how to win,
with web of lies they still must spin
and we believed, to our chagrin.
Another Bush, we must deserve.
We fell for their refund bait
that gave the rich the real rebate
and let those guilty celebrate,
so now we have what we deserve.
The press who pose as ears and eyes
have sold their right to criticize
to moneyed rich who advertise.
When will they get what they deserve?
compassion ends election day.
Our kids are left with debt to pay,
A penalty that we deserve.
The GOP knew how to win,
with web of lies they still must spin
and we believed, to our chagrin.
Another Bush, we must deserve.
We fell for their refund bait
that gave the rich the real rebate
and let those guilty celebrate,
so now we have what we deserve.
The press who pose as ears and eyes
have sold their right to criticize
to moneyed rich who advertise.
When will they get what they deserve?
The election is over, the results are well-known,
the will of the people has clearly been shown.
Let's dump all our quarrels and show by our deeds,
that we'll give our leader the help that he needs.
So let's get together, let bitterness pass,
I'll hug your elephant; you kiss my ass.
the will of the people has clearly been shown.
Let's dump all our quarrels and show by our deeds,
that we'll give our leader the help that he needs.
So let's get together, let bitterness pass,
I'll hug your elephant; you kiss my ass.
The votes are cast, our public spoke,
and chose once more, a bitter joke.
I'm depressed to see this fooled country
choose to end up despised and broke.
and chose once more, a bitter joke.
I'm depressed to see this fooled country
choose to end up despised and broke.
In response to terror warnings in 2003, many Americans wrapped their homes with
plastic and duct tape, some so completely that their families died of asphyxiation.
First the windows. If you see light, air can get in. Ah, the duct
tape rip, the stick that fixes
anything. Burn a match by any
cracks and watch for smoke to blow.
Tape shut our mouths, x-out
the children’s eyes. Refugees on TV
run from shells—one carries
a dead child. Another covers
the lens with his hand. Turn it off. Did you
sleep well, dream blithely through
or choke one another for the final breath?
plastic and duct tape, some so completely that their families died of asphyxiation.
First the windows. If you see light, air can get in. Ah, the duct
tape rip, the stick that fixes
anything. Burn a match by any
cracks and watch for smoke to blow.
Tape shut our mouths, x-out
the children’s eyes. Refugees on TV
run from shells—one carries
a dead child. Another covers
the lens with his hand. Turn it off. Did you
sleep well, dream blithely through
or choke one another for the final breath?
Bush sent his soldiers solving the world's disorder,
organized by the top dog of big business domain,
absolving crimes they've done inside our border,
then created Homeland Security to brashly arraign
each traitorous fool who might dare complain.
George is brilliant say his powerful friends,
who bank-rolled the Bush election campaign,
and wait for gross tax cuts Bush blithely extends.
Our tax surplus, which Bush so militant spends
will finance a kingdom for Saddam's elite corps
while our Bill of rights, he blithely suspends.
Crusaders for God or Oil, wage virtuous war,
but worse than wars fought for that God or greed
are wars engineered just for Bush reelection need.
organized by the top dog of big business domain,
absolving crimes they've done inside our border,
then created Homeland Security to brashly arraign
each traitorous fool who might dare complain.
George is brilliant say his powerful friends,
who bank-rolled the Bush election campaign,
and wait for gross tax cuts Bush blithely extends.
Our tax surplus, which Bush so militant spends
will finance a kingdom for Saddam's elite corps
while our Bill of rights, he blithely suspends.
Crusaders for God or Oil, wage virtuous war,
but worse than wars fought for that God or greed
are wars engineered just for Bush reelection need.
1.
Back in the day before the gray
I was Mr. Right
And it was my right of way
Met a guy in church kinda like John Birch
In that subtle way
That didn't have to say
Well it was all about the money in those days
We had our kids to raise
And we kept them cool in the back yard pool
Yeah it was so about the dough you know
Sometimes I had to tune out
Just to count
2.
Then came a time of drinks
Out on the links
With party brass
Said laws for the tax cuts we would get
(And bill it to the debt)
Had come to pass
So we told God bless the nation
And we toasted
To our fortune and our station
Yeah we told God bless the nation
And with righteous indignation
Hit the gas
3.
Then came that morning when
The paper read
Of thousands dead
Miles of city blocks
reduced to rocks
And so I checked my stocks
And there it was you know
In my portfolio
To my alarm
This company that paid to me so handsomely
That was a part of me
Built the bomb
4.
Back in the day before the gray
I was Mr. Right
And it was my right of way
Met a guy in church kinda like John Birch
In that subtle way
That didn't have to say
Well it was all about the money in those days
We had our kids to raise
And we kept them cool in the back yard pool
Yeah it was so about the dough you know
Sometimes I had to tune out
Just to count
2.
Then came a time of drinks
Out on the links
With party brass
Said laws for the tax cuts we would get
(And bill it to the debt)
Had come to pass
So we told God bless the nation
And we toasted
To our fortune and our station
Yeah we told God bless the nation
And with righteous indignation
Hit the gas
3.
Then came that morning when
The paper read
Of thousands dead
Miles of city blocks
reduced to rocks
And so I checked my stocks
And there it was you know
In my portfolio
To my alarm
This company that paid to me so handsomely
That was a part of me
Built the bomb
4.
Leaders named George are ripe to rule,
and seem our nation's legacy
and our first George was only cruel
to Brits and his Dad's cherry tree.
Our second George soon found his niche
and practiced secret diplomacy
that made his partners very rich
but failed to help those poor like me.
Our third George would serve his friends
while reforming our democracy.
Just his rich peers reap dividends,
from war that bear his recipe.
That first George I'm sure was great,
successive ones grow worse, you see.
If we survive this quirk of fate,
one more George would be lunacy.
and our first George was only cruel
to Brits and his Dad's cherry tree.
Our second George soon found his niche
and practiced secret diplomacy
that made his partners very rich
but failed to help those poor like me.
Our third George would serve his friends
while reforming our democracy.
Just his rich peers reap dividends,
from war that bear his recipe.
That first George I'm sure was great,
successive ones grow worse, you see.
If we survive this quirk of fate,
one more George would be lunacy.