Tuesday, July 29, 2008

America At The Bat



America at the Bat

The outlook wasn't brilliant for America in that war,
They had not had the initiative since the Election of '04,
So when Colin Powell left office,and Tony Blair did the same,
Finger-Pointing broke out amongst those playing the White House Game.

The horribly marred Bush would soon go, leaving there the rest,
The corruption that springs eternal in the politician's breast,
For they all thought, "If only I could get a whack at that,
I'd solve this whole Iraq-War mess if I was at the bat."

But Obama was a forerunner, and so was Hillary, for goodness sake,

For the former was inexperienced, and the latter was a fake,
So as the the campaigns began, the American Army frowned as they sat,
For it seemed none of these would-be Presidents would step up to bat.

But Obama had some ideas, to the wonderment of all,
And so did Hillary, though her plans would just make the war stall,
And when the election had settled, and voters saw what had occurred,
There was Hillary heading for office, with promises previously heard.

But back in Baghdad, from the ghettos, where the terrorists all dwell,
The insurgents peered over the war-torn buildings, and let out a mighty yell,
And the brave-hearted American soldiers got up from where they sat,
For whoever was in charge, they'd fight their best, and that was that.

These men took up the call and rushed into the streets with timely grace,
And each man wore a look of determination upon his face,
And as these brave men gave their lives, Hillary Rodham Clinton sat,
Having a hard time making a decision; she just could not step up to bat.

Ten thousand plus coalition troops total had bit the dirt,
Three thousand plus of those were U.S. soldiers, mortally hurt,
And so now, on this urban battleground, the insurgents let rip,
And one of their bullets found an American troop and ended his Iraq trip.

And as the bullets glanced off buildings, and knifed through the air,
And American troops fought for freedom in the ever-present despair,
And as men lost limbs to snipers and bombs, and brave men fell dead,
Hillary talked of failure; "Strike one!" the Public said.

And from the House of Representatives there arose a mighty roar,
The citizens demanded answers to what was going on in the war,
"Kill it! Kill Hillary's war plan!" shouted a Congressman,
And it's likely they'd have killed it had Obama not raised his hand.

So the American troops stayed put amongst the rubble and the stone,
Hillary's war plan was too soft, it made the war go on,
And back into the fray went American men, and again the bullets flew,
But Hillary was soft with the insurgents, and the Public said "Strike two!"

"Fraud!" cried the Senator from Texas, and the others answered "Fraud!",
But one scornful look from Obama and the Congressmen were awed,
Hillary was visibly nervous now, she was showing considerable strain,
And she got the awful feeling she would not get elected again.

The sneer was gone from Hillary's lips, her teeth were clenched in hate,
And now the whole Congress was discussing the Iraq War and matters of State,
And as the Senators squabbled, and Hillary and the Public had a row,
The average soldier still continued to take many a bullet and blow.

Oh, maybe someday we'll get a leader who can see the end in sight,
Who can identify with the soldiers in the midst of this great fight,
But for the moment there is terror in Iraq, and insurgents smile and shout,
But there's no smiling in America: Our leaders have all struck out.

D.J. Goldberg

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