Political Sonnet

I Speak to God. God Speaks to Me. (put to music)

All is quiet on the Western front;
All gets quieter when I’ve come undone.
But nothing’s ever as still as still can be –
I wear the suit and the suit wears me.

And all is raging in the Middle East;
And it all rages more when the war will cease.
But nothing’s as checkered as checkered can be –
I speak to God and God speaks to me.

But what you are missing
Is your wretched dealings and ploys.
But once again,
The president will send
To the Middle East more wretched boys.

All is peaceful on Capitol Hill;
And it only gets more so with each vetoed bill.
But nothing’s as rabid as a wolf can be –
I’m a politician – politician’s come to me.
But what you are missing
Is your wretched dealings and ploys.
And once again
Our president will send
To their grave more wretched boys.

All is pretty in the memorial cemetery;
It all gets prettier when more soldiers are buried.
But nothing’s as dead as a dead soldier can be –I shot the infidel and he shoots at me.