A Letter to George H.W. Bush (Sr.)
Dear President Bush,
Greetings, Mr. President Sr. I must admit that I am not used to speaking with one who was once in such a position of power. I am sure that your time is valuable, and as such, I will be brief.
I have heard rumour that you were tried and convicted of war crimes during the Gulf War. This makes me wonder what your son is doing over there as well, also being accused of war crimes. Is he finishing what you started? Is he righting your wrongs? I am confused, Mr. President, and I would like some answers.
Sincerely yours,
blog.alan.schram
P.S.
http://www.alternet.org/story/68843/
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SILENCE AFTER DEATH
So it may be you choose to live
Believing "all men lie,"
Better your own self to forgive:
Believe it then--not I.
So you may say, "it´s politics,
And all of them, like George,
Engage in vile and dirty tricks,
Nor none can hope to purge
Such nasty Willie Horton ads
And such from the arena"--
But following the common fads
I´ll not say makes you cleaner.
George Herbert Walker Bush was praised
Because he was a slugger,
Yet mud he slung yet still gets raised,
Uniquely loathsome bugger.
He lives today with that old hag,
An ugly soul´s companion,
And in retirement he may brag
His life as one Grand Canyon.
Elderly now, so you may feel
That he has earned respect
From likes of you--I say let peal
Laughter not genuflect.
Life squandered ignominiously
Although it outward seems
To pass stress, strain and trouble free,
But only in your dreams
Might augur for the health of soul:
So fiercely I dispute it
The world must shake from pole to pole
And heaven would refute it.
When old George is at last laid down
Midst ceremonious pomp,
Then I will neither mourn nor clown,
On grave nor dance nor stomp.
When dead he will be given then
That measure of respect:
Silence--as is befitting men
When death doth souls collect.
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