Commander-in- Chief

Commander-in Chief

Commander-in-Chief: blood drips on your hands.
Our youth are dying in desert sands.
They perish in battle without a cause
as you unravel America’s trusted laws
one by one like cotton strands.

Never, you say, will we cut and run,
we’ll stay the course until we’re done
and fight the “enemy” to bitter end,
the “evil-doers” We’ll not befriend-
Commander-in Chief: blood drips on your hands

The people speak words you never hear,
demagoguery has no fear
Of hearts and minds that dare dissent
as sons and daughters lives are spent.
Commander-in Chief: blood drips on your hands