John McLame you will have to concede indeed <br />all your hopes have been thrown in the blender, <br />as the country is badly and highly in need <br />you must tender your total surrender. <br /> <br />You have not been accepted, no hero you are <br />as you made propaganda in Nam, <br />go and visit a typical Veterans' Bar <br />where the people still love Uncle Sam, <br /> <br />they will tell you, get lost you were not one of us <br />as you sat with your enemy bosses, <br />when they freed us we travelled by prison camp bus <br />while the army was counting its losses. <br /> <br />As an admiral's son you were handled with gloves <br />special foods were the pay for your work, <br />did they force you McVain, were you one of the doves <br />is it true when they call you a jerk? <br /> <br />You're no hero, 'my friend', neither then nor today, <br />opportunists with money don't care, <br />it's the ego that lights for you villains the way <br />you are never quite willing to share. <br /> <br />Screw the plumbers and those with no money to burn <br />let them starve or perhaps eat cheap cake, <br />they must slave and in time they'll be happy to learn <br />that the wealth of a few is at stake. <br /> <br />We will never share dough with the starving, oh no, <br />it's a socialist trick, so watch out, <br />let me speak as I watch my portfolio grow <br />it is caviar for me, never trout.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/john-mclost/
