Everything that I (and, I'm guessing, most of you) have wanted to say about the President, his cronies, and the war, has been artfully and heart-wrenchingly put into a Seuss-esque elegy in three parts by Tom Chalkley.

ONE

On a faraway planet beside a far star
So far the best telescopes can't see that far
In a place you can't get to by airplane or bus
There stood a tall tower—the Great Tower of Us

It was taller than all other towers together,
A building so big it looked down on the weather
And yet it grew constantly higher and higher
From deep engine-dungeons, right up to the spire
(Just how did this work? Well, to fully explain
Would take many more words than these verses contain)

The Tower was covered with Plumbing and Wheels
(More like those on bikes than on automobiles)
And up near the stoop of its uppermost coop
Spun the biggest of all Wheels—the so-called Great Hoop
The Hoop spun the Wheels and the Wheels turned the Hoop
And the whole shebang ran in a grand loop-de-loop...
( As long as it didn't run out of Go-Goop )

For Remembrance Day, some songs and poems for various nations.

( British: Owen )


( Canadian: Tanglefoot )


( Australian: Bogle )


( and a few for the Americans, only because I'm most familiar with them, being one myself: Sandburg, Ochs, Ferlinghetti, Seeger )