I guess she’s going to do it;
all of them – they couldn’t give a shit
what happens to someone else’s kid,
what happens on the factory floor,
what happens when people are poor –
and if you join to die,
you can get college paid for.
College never offered a class for me,
called,
“living with Killing the enemy you see,”
and now I’m seeing him everywhere
on the capital steps and the white house lawns,
the enemy is up before dawn:
she Announced on Saturday she’s gonna run
but there’s no where far enough for her to go
to escape the bullshit she’s laid down in votes –
backtrack talking heads, “I supported this, that,
with what little information I had,”;
guess what – when I don’t have all the facts I need
I don’t send other people’s kids off to bleed
in some far away desert for my own “Security”
-those yes votes should count as Jury votes
to hang the whole congress next to Sadaam
where War Criminals die sadly and alone –
Hillary, Kerry, Edwards, et. al. –
may you never find comfort in your own bones.

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