(A War Poem from a Vietnam Vet)
How many of you Liberals
does it take to win a war?
Well how the hell can we tell?
You won’t fight one anymore.
You say that you support the troops,
but the truth’s plain as your face,
You’d pull us from the battle,
march us home in full disgrace.
You’ve no stomach for the fighting,
got no mettle, got no pluck;
If you ran this war on terror,
we’d be a very well plucked duck.
The wolves of Jihad smell your dread,
can smell your craven breath,
And emboldened by the fear they scent,
lust for our bloody death.
~~The Rest of the Poem