Ballad of the Jingo Kid

knowing he'd be safe in the A/C in D.C.

while the troops he was using as his shootin' irons

fried in the desert on his line in the sand

with inadequate, crony-supplied body armor

and Halliburton substandard food and water.

Mission Accomplished.

The progeny of the Aristocracy do not serve,

so our Working Class boy and girl children

were being sacrificed yet again

to do the dirty wet work of Wealth,

this time in the Tombstone streets

of that Boot Hill,

Baghdad,

wearing the Transnational Corporations' Target

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