When beauty’s gone bye bye and slack flesh becks
Jowls, crow’s feet, graveled voice and turkey necks
Too old to be a narcissist
what’s left is a pacifist
*Tender genteel haters do not make good peaceniks!
Armchair ambassadors
Lying in wait
Have all the criteria
For the perfect state –
That Garden of Eden
That Nirvana afar
History just slaps them
So they raise up the bar
It’s so easy to solve the crisis
From at home in your easy chair –
Poli-sci majors
And young entrepreneurs –
There goes Mister Smith now –
He’ll filibuster for hours
He’s a man of ideals
A man for all seasons
Except when you challenge him –
Then he can’t give no reason
It’s so easy…
Peaceniks and liberals
Millennials and brats
They’ve got it all covered
Like bald men with hats
From their perch on the sidelines,
They sure know the score
And just for the record,
They’re like totally against war!
It’s so easy to solve the crisis
From at home in your easy chair
So get on your soap-box
And your pulpit of clay
As if you yourself swam
‘Cross the Hudson Bay
‘Cause you missed Viet Nam
And you slept thru Tibet
Thank Allah for your conscience
That won’t let us forget
At protests in the 60's
We were dragged away in cuffs.
The cops arrested everyone -
The peaceniks and the toughs.
As we grew up, the only cuffs
Were those found on our pants.
Designers did determine when
Those bottoms would enhance.
The senior years have now arrived
And cuffs are all the rage
As we strap them on and pump them
So our pressure* we can gauge.
*blood pressure
What is the world teaching our young?
Now a new day on Earth has begun,
There's terrorism as a new tourism,
using as a mask, any form of schism,
We all accept this as a norm,
It's time for attitudes to reform,
Terrorists are made, not born,
We are educating our young in new wrongs,
But to one human race we all belong,
How to pass this baton on?
This question we should ask,
To find solutions is our task,
Old peaceniks sit and wonder,
While our broken youth shall ponder,
They're using as a mask, any schism,
Why is terrorism a new tourism?
An amulet of peace hung ‘round my neck,
An AR16 rifle in my hands….
Seemed like such a paradox,
In the paddies and jungles of Vietnam.
An amulet of peace hung ‘round my neck,
A man’s life was in my hands….
That life was not only mine,
While trying to survive in Vietnam.
An amulet of peace hung ‘round my neck,
Hoping for guidance by God’s hand….
Ignore our sin, keep us alive and safe,
While fighting in Vietnam.
An amulet of peace hung ‘round my neck,
My duffel bag in my hand….
After 13 months, I was going home,
No more to fight in Vietnam.
An amulet of peace hung ‘round my neck,
An Honorable Discharge in my hand….
Only to be spat upon, called ‘baby killer’,
By ‘peaceniks’ against the war in Vietnam.
An amulet of peace no longer hung ‘round my neck,
The challenge of a new life was at hand….
Found love, happiness and some success,
And tried not to think of Vietnam.
Again, that same amulet of peace hangs ‘round my neck;
And I hope my friends all understand….
I want our courageous young men and women
Out of Iraq and Afghanistan.