A Letter To the President
Lyndon, you’ve sent me overseas
To fight your bloody battle
Although it hasn’t been that long
That I threw down my baby rattle
But bodies are what you needed
And wars make you rich
While Lady Bird beautifies America
While I’m fighting from this ditch
I heard you owned an arms factory
That makes those M-16’s
And soon they’ll be overseas
For all us frightened fighting teens
You house the poor except for youth
They’re needed overseas
It must be something in the water
Or is it a democrat’s disease?
The rich head off toward Canada
There’s no getting them over here
As body bags fly safely home
And we drink good warm beer
Those chemicals you spray around
You say they’re as harmless as a pup
But we have witnessed otherwise
With folks throwing up their guts
But Lyndon, you’re saving these people
That want only to be left alone
But I see you throwing those crumbs
Like throwing the dog a bone
The money goes through the laundry
By bigwigs over here
It’s going to their bank accounts
Of course you didn’t know that I’m sure
It’s just a game you’re playing
And we’re the pawns running wild
Another hero bites the dust
Another mother’s child
I wonder if I’ll still be sane
When my time over here is through?
And what chance have I back home
This is all I know how to do
Just thought I’d write you a letter
And explain some gripes we observe
I know you’ll be reading this
And won’t throw us a curve
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