Regarding rumors of a post-election draft, the poet
speaks:
A DRAFT IN THE AIR?
Don’t believe the rumor spreaders;
Buncha lousy battle-dreaders.
Scared to fight
for country and king
— I mean, our man in the West Wing.
With every American
casualty,
The Prez is exporting liberty.
Corpses for the Iraqi nation —
Our
contribution to globalization!
Reinstate the oldtime draft?
Unpatriotically
daft.
Leave it to the Prez, all wise,
To do with private enterprise
To undertake
what’s sure to be
The final, final victory.
Onward, onward, private troops,
Best of
all the fighting groups.
Bush’ll tap the kill professions:
Here come the Haliburton
Hessians!
