A Poem for our President

I just couldn't hold it in any longer.

Do you ever think when a soldier dies,
"What will be my next big lie?"

A weeping mother, filled with pain.
Angry men who scream in vain.

The bullets fly
The bodies fall
The evening news won't show it all.

The clerics blow
The armies throw
Bombs and bullets
More poison still.

Do you ever think when you big men lie,
"The price is paid by those who die"?