So many Yanks now root for their enemy,
Which in times past equaled true blasphemy.
Iran’s people used to be like wrestling heels,
Who kidnapped our guys, a wound that never heals,
Led by longbeards who from God never swerve,
And disdain all Arabs, a pride they conserve.
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Yet such is anger over our latest attack,
That smugness is heard as Iran hits us back.
And I mean all over, wherever experts shake heads
And tear U.S. policy to tiny thin shreds,
And parse whether Prez Donald is crazy or dumb,
And despair that in Wash-town the smart word is mum.
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On political shows their fans they assure
That Iran has big stocks of missiles du jour,
That Tel Aviv’s in tatters, gas prices are nuts,
And Iran’s hardly started, no if-ands-or-buts.
Complacent they state the longbeards have won,
The admin’s desperate, the IDF’s on the run.
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No, I’ve never seen this kind of black cheer
Or failure of policy to provoke such jeer,
Just nods of approval when missiles hit
The Mideast air bases where our boys did sit,
And radars destroyed, air defense all ahoo:
That dumbbell Trump bit off more’n he can chew.
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It all just goes to show how deep the abyss
‘Tween gov’ and governed, who each other dismiss,
‘Tween the guys in uniform and those who run shops,
‘Tween corporate lobbies and those who raise crops.
Deeper and deeper, till ourselves we hate,
And all roll up sleeves to fight out a new fate.
