At the big White House
on top of the hill
where nobody swallows the guilty pill,
meeting for lunch at the local grill
or photo opts and news at five,
no one loses a wink of sleep,
never has thoughts that go so deep
to think of the dead or maimed or ill.
Who are these people so aloof,
what do they really, honestly think,
while sipping away at their ninety proof
that war is a politician's drink?
Or, is this war
for the need of oily greed,
the reason so many need to bleed
for energy barons need to succeed
with profits above on top of the roof?
Or, maybe, just maybe,
somebody goofed!