Because nothing says democracy more Than sending off the daughters of the poor To die for Raytheon and General Dynamics
And for the President, whose manly sons Shoot animals dead with their great big guns
But when the the bullets, bombs, and shells are raining Those brave lads won’t be found in basic training
Since when it comes to the generals’ slaughter They’ll send to her death your little daughter
And when the generalissimos yell “Go!” Our Merovingian Congress won’t say “No”
They fight the wars with perks and private jets As do their beribboned flag-rank house pets
And so our daughters are the harvest yield That must forever rot in some foreign field 1
As for our leaders’ daughters, don’t be so hard - Someone’s got to sun-bathe in Harvard Yard
1 cf. “The Soldier,” Rupert Brooke
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Lawrence Hall’s vanity publications are available on amazon.com as Kindle and on bits of dead tree: The Road to Magdalena, Paleo-Hippies at Work and Play, Lady with a Dead Turtle, Don’t Forget Your Shoes and Grapes, Coffee and a Dead Alligator to Go, and Dispatches from the Colonial Office.