The young, the poor, the average guys are called upon to die.
And what of you, the leadership? You didn’t even try.
That’s the story of our race, of kings who’ve gone before,
Of wealthy men, their kith and kin, and governmental types.
And those of us who were deferred, to serve another time,
We owe a lot, and can’t repay the price that you have payed,
And yet you served with honor, and never felt betrayed.
Betrayed you were by those of us who stood in silence by
And failed to see the treachery of those we chose on high.
The ones who said the war is over, more troops you will not need,
The armor, it’s for bigger wars, to fight another time.
Cool it guys, we’ll pay the price, and sadly it is you.
But thanks so much, you bought the ranch, and oil, and lots of crude.
We’ll all enjoy it here at home, far from all the muck,
When home they send the body bags, have someone pick them up, 
’Cause we’re too busy on the ranch and drivin’ in our truck.

by Karl Larsen, MD
PSR Member
Iowa City
8/15/05