Saturday, December 12, 2020

The Last Man (Presidential Lies)

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: CORONAVIRUS SERIES


The Last Man

 

A young soldier asked congress

A question that ached

Echoed in the chambers

Of a war we would forsake

Who will be the last man

To die for a mistake?

 

Fifty years later we don our masks

As we await our turn to finally ask

Who will be the last to die

For this president’s lie?

 

We should know by now

What we should have known then

Wars are started by greedy men

Who wish to control the planet

Every stone every garden every

Mountain of granite

 

From a line in the sand

To the Gulf of Ton-kin

Erased from the history of

A war we could not win

 

LBJ is forgiven now

But the question will remain

Like a mourning mother’s cry

Like an indelible stain

How many soldiers died

For a president’s lie?

 

That brings us back to today

And the question is why

 

Why did so many die

For a presidential lie?

 

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