Paradise Lost

The killing of Amish schoolgirls is evidence of a fallen world

Not far from Paradise, PA
a town is renamed Hell today.
The flames of grief engulf the soul
and evil’s in the air.

The horse and buggies all in black
define this week’s heartbreaking facts.
A gunman killed five Amish girls
who felt so safe at school.

And once again we can’t ignore
the Game of Life’s most bloody score.
Our world is fraught with pain and fear
and sane-less acts of wrong.

Dear God be near these folks who grieve
whose brittle nerves (like autumn leaves)
are raked and piled and set ablaze
by all that’s taking place.

The Donkey King’s Temper Tantrum

Questioning Clinton’s right to criticize

Temper, temper, Mr. Clinton.
Look at how you lost your cool.
Donkey King, you were a jackass.
Kicking foxes? What a mule!

Temper, temper, Mr. Clinton.
Who are you to come unglued?
Ms. Lewinski had your focus,
not that tall bin-Laden dude

Temper, temper, Mr. Clinton.
You who call the kettle black
You who stir the stew of rancor
bubbling about Iraq.

Temper, temper, Mr. Clinton.
Tantrums like you just displayed
cause us to reveal your foibles
and discount your pious bray.

What’s Going Down in Iraq?

Why Bush keeps getting the shaft

An elevator captain’s voice
announces “Going up!”
But in Baghdad what’s on the rise
is anything corrupt.

It’s not an escalator found
in some department store.
What escalates both day and night
is conflict in that war.

“Let’s cut and run! Let”s leave Iraq!”
Those words make Sunnis laugh.
Whoever says we’d best get out,
gives freedom’s chance the shaft.

It’s time we gave our troops abroad
an unexpected gift.
To let them know we’re proud they’re there
would give them all a lift.

Don’t take your cues from those who call
our President a clown.
Instead, consult those in the know.
Ask them, “What’s going down?”

Un-Holy Smoke

A call to kick an unhealthy habit

It brings me down to see you light up.
Why do you still smoke?
Cigarettes can give you cancer.
They can leave you broke.

Each one makes your nose a chimney.
Fills you lungs with tar.
They play havoc with your taste buds.
So do those cigars.

Little ones who watch you end up
following your lead.
Thanks to you they’re soon addicted
to this fatal weed.

And you leave your butt uncovered
there for all to see.
It’s indecent. It’s an eyesore.
Where’s your dignity?

Mother Nature trained you better.
Don’t ignite her ire.
Those who caravan with Camels
litter and start fires.

What is more, most smokers struggle
getting a deep breath.
When they try to do aerobics…
Ugh! …it feels like death.

So how ’bout it? Heed my fuming.
Ditch those coffin nails.
Set your future free from prison.
Make a break from jail.

Attempting to Tally the Sum and Substance of 9-11

A set of numbers that still doesn’t add up five years later

Five years ago two towers fell.
Four planes (like bullets) unleashed Hell.
One nation (fractured) under God
fell to its knees in prayer.

Ground Zero found us hand in hand
without the means to understand
how terrorists could rob us blind
and steal our innocence.

They looted unsuspecting lives
who tried in vain to just survive.
Those heartless, evil, godless thieves
killed thousands in one day.

But since that time they’ve stolen more.
Like brave young soldiers felled by war.
And peace of mind we had in spades
just sixty months ago.

And yet that peace can be regained,
if we refuse to focus blame
on anyone except those thugs
who hate the land we love.

United States, oh let us be
united, bound to all agree
that we are strongest when we fight
a common enemy.