PrintThe Poet Laureate of the Right
Russ Vaughn, the Poet Laureate of the Right, has struck again. Enjoy this one:
VETERANS' DAY
How liberals do defy the mind
For nothing in theirs' can we find,
That willingly will look with reason
At how their man committed treason,
Skulked off to Paris this effete
To grovel at the Madame's feet,
Betraying his sworn officer's oath
To become the turncoat we so loathe.
Our law is clear you shall not treat
With America's foes nor their cadres meet;
Give aid nor comfort to enemy forces
Nor espouse a view from hostile sources.
Without a mandate from the state
Wherefrom your right to negotiate?
Was treason, John, and is treason still
To this very day your unpaid bill.
Don't try to hide behind your youth.
You knew the law you knew the truth.
You knew your faux negotiation
Would further tear our war—torn nation
And all for what, John, your career
So you can shameless brazen here,
And claim now that you're fit to lead
The very nation you made bleed?
And yet before us there you stand
With medals blazing you demand
Such treachery we must ignore
Your treason that lost us our war.
But hold on, John, we veterans say,
You had your turn, now comes our day.
You thought we slept, forgot your crime?
Oh no, John boy, it's come our time.
Some say let you apologize
But that won't do it in our eyes.
A man astride of each position
Could we believe your true contrition?
The vindication we'll accept
In settling up this long—held debt,
Is each of us will do his best
To deny you, John, your lifelong quest.
Listen carefully John to what we say, November 2d is Veterans' Day.
Russ Vaughn
2d Bn, 327th Parachute Infantry Regiment
101st Airborne Division
Vietnam 65—66
