Wrong

A poem about George W. Bush

Wrong

Our man in the house
Bought our ticket to hell
Long before the towers fell
Hail to our chief
Hail to our captain
Off to a war
That never had to happen
Fill em with fear
Give em a gun
Say goodbye to your fortunate son
Daddy's ransom had to be paid
The best laid plans
Were already made
For all the tears and blood that's spilled
Another barrel of oil
Gets filled
God bless all our girl's and boy's
So brave and strong
Fighting a war
So right
It's wrong