On Flag-Draped Coffins (a poem)

I thought I'd seen it all I guess

In videos from the East;

Enough to tell me nothing less,

We're dealing with a beast.

Such savagery and blood lust,

Sawing off our soldier's head,

Ensures to me that we must

Leave all these bastards dead.

 

And yet may God preserve us

From those too weak to serve,

Faint of heart, afraid of service,

With no will to save, preserve.

They shriek about the troops lost,

Deplore our mounting dead,

Ignoring what our freedom cost,

In the steps our nation tread.

 

Now when their country needs them

To mount a solid front;

They'd sacrifice our freedom

For the power they so want.

On flag—draped coffins standing,

Crassly using our dead brave,

To our enemy they're now handing,

What those dead fought so to save.

 

Some day there'll come a reckoning, a payment for the pain,

To those who used our dead so ill, for naught but power's gain.

 

Russ Vaughn   7 13 06

I thought I'd seen it all I guess

In videos from the East;

Enough to tell me nothing less,

We're dealing with a beast.

Such savagery and blood lust,

Sawing off our soldier's head,

Ensures to me that we must

Leave all these bastards dead.

 

And yet may God preserve us

From those too weak to serve,

Faint of heart, afraid of service,

With no will to save, preserve.

They shriek about the troops lost,

Deplore our mounting dead,

Ignoring what our freedom cost,

In the steps our nation tread.

 

Now when their country needs them

To mount a solid front;

They'd sacrifice our freedom

For the power they so want.

On flag—draped coffins standing,

Crassly using our dead brave,

To our enemy they're now handing,

What those dead fought so to save.

 

Some day there'll come a reckoning, a payment for the pain,

To those who used our dead so ill, for naught but power's gain.

 

Russ Vaughn   7 13 06