This is my war hat, said the smirking man to the searing concrete. I’m a war president! A war president! War’s all I know! All I know! There is something in the stale braying of the man who hangs words about in dread, who barks and yelps, War War War War, eternal… This is the inane bray of an oafish bully a pseudo-tyrant’s howl, a full on liar’s groan, I’m a war president! A war president! War’s all I know! For all those countermand to peace they’ve a king in him. © 2006 mrp/thepoetryman 32 Lebanese and 4 Israelis Killed Friday Thousands of Iraqis Chant Death to Israel- Death to America!
(The Weaver's Song)