Cleaning files, found this from 2009. Really? It still applies? Can Americans not learn?
Losers
Ryan's
pissed off.
He
wants to know why
Why
the No-Wars don't care
That
he has to die.
“I'm
fighting for freedom.
I'm
fighting for them.
What's
with all these pussies?
What
about all our men?
“While
we take the bullets
From
rag-heads and sheikhs.
These
losers sit safe;
Just
where are these freaks?”
He
can't understand
Why
these peaceniks won't come,
Why
they just shake their heads
And
act like he's dumb.
When
he talks about “freedom,”
They
tell him “oil money.”
When
he says, “democracy,”
They
say, “Ain't that funny.”
And
this crap they all talk
about
banking his sign-up?
He
bought a new ride;
Those
jerk-offs can line up
And
kiss him right here
Where
the sun never shines.
They're
traitors, all yearning
For
un-American times.
They
tell him
they're tired
Of
gagging like lushes
on
Nixon's bad booze:
Cheney,
Reagan, the Bushes.
They
say, time the people
Who
helped make the mash,
Start
cleaning the stills out,
Without
taking the cash.
They
drag up old history
And
all of that bother:
“The
equivalent of
Our
Founding Fathers.”
The
British, the Shah,
Who
got out and who got in,
The
Iran-Iraq war;
His
head starts to spin.
His
strong point was sports,
Anything
with a ball,
Like
he's got two of now,
And
they've got fuck-all.
They
told him “Don't go,”
They
warned him invasion
Would
catch him resentment,
Confusion,
contagion.
They
warn him his
money
Is
to buy him new legs,
'Cuz
the government won't,
When
he's shipped back like eggs.
Smooth
on his knees, where
IED's
took his shins;
That
bonus-with-interest
meant
to build him new pins.
But
a man has to do
When
a man has no choice.
Third
rotation, or sixth,
One
more silenced voice.
Too
many rotations
Will
end like they said,
Blown
up in the desert,
Shipped
back maimed or dead.
No
babies for him,
No
grandkids for mama,
His
gene-bags stop here;
still
blaming Osama.
While
all those smart-asses
Who
knew “freedom” ain't “oil,”
Will
have kids and grandkids,
Their
futures unspoiled.
God
gave us a brain,
To
use when we need.
If
you'll fight without thinking,
You
won't get to breed.
The
thinkers and artists,
The
ones who can read,
The
ones who know history,
Knew
where it would lead.
The
old Vietnam question,
Not
a moment more tame:
The
rich gave their war --
And
nobody came.
Donna
Barr © 2009
