So
Mister Vice President So
killing Iraqis by the hundreds of thousands So
sending young Soldiers dead So
back to their mothers So
back to their wives dead So
back to their children dead So
then you have the nerve to tell Congress
there are no checks on your powers
so Mister So you can do anything you want to
you are free to go on killing
with your mechanical heart
that ticks away lives like a clock
for five years now as you go to Walter Reed
to have the doctors reset
the amount of Iraqi lives you have killed
the amount of dead Soldiers
the amount of the wounded
who will never be the same
because you are not human as they reset
the white crosses in Arlington Cemetery
and they can’t put God inside you
because you rejected him years ago
you now think you are God
So free to say
who lives and who dies
but beware because many a Soldier
would like to stick his 45
in your careless mouth pull the trigger So
he can watch your evil brain
splatter all over the White House lawn
throw your carcass into the Potomac
watch the carp eat you
but hope your dead flesh don’t kill the fish So
because that is all you do
you don’t feel any remorse So
neither will the Solder
who kills you.
- Dennis Serdel, Vietnam 1967-68 (one tour) Light Infantry, Americal Div. 11th Brigade, purple heart
