Transcendental Sonnet #722:
Lines for Dick Cheney as My Son Graduates
My son is old enough for the army now
Mr. Cheney I thought gas would be cheaper
My namesake will not be a slaughterhouse cow
We are getting out you are getting deeper
You avoided it the first time now go back
Your unfinished Vietnam is our Iraq
You wanted this so bad Dick now go and fight
Go and let somebody else's son come home
Draft-dodging paper tiger does might make right
When you are proven wrong from Baghdad to Rome?
An armchair quarterback stateside dilletante
May the fallen visit you in your soft bed
May the sons whom you have slaughtered come to haunt
You may the living bear the guilt of the dead
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+Steven Curtis Lance
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