"The Question"

A poem by Russ Vaughn.

Our favorite Screaming Eagle Poet writes to The Blog from the Core again.

The Question

The question you must ask yourself,
As you head off to your poll,
Is who you trust to lead us now
That survival is our goal.
We tread the path of Jihad's wrath,
Where misstep could spell doom,
And future times of horrid climes
In Holocaust's gray gloom.

What then, again I'll ask of you,
Should be our true agendas?
Privilege and prosperity
Or ways to best defend us?
Affluence won't concern us much,
Other problems will confound us,
When our cities lie in smoking ruins,
With destruction all around us.

What sort of man I ask you now
Do we really want to lead us?
A nuanced pol, who talks and talks,
While Jihadis grimly bleed us?
Or a fighter, who will walk the walk,
Take the battle to them there,
Force their hand and make them stand,
Destroy them in their lair?

This veteran says let's fight them there;
Lure all those fanatic fools
To where they face armed fighting men,
Not children in their schools.
I know how I shall vote this time,
I'll vote to win this war;
Not to let John Kerry lose it,
As he did mine long before.

Russ Vaughn
2d Bn, 327th Parachute Infantry Regiment
101st Airborne Division
Vietnam 65-66

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