War And White Wine Poem by David Alpaugh

(watching the evening news)

Someone’s campaigning.
Someone’s been shot.
Somewhere it’s raining.
Someplace it’s hot.
Six PM: Baghdad’s on the line.
Time for war and white wine.

The Beast’s in a cave somewhere, hiding.
Two newsmen have disappeared.
Jihadists are suiciding,
Demagogues being cheered.
A protester holds up a sign.
Time for war and white wine.

Bereft mothers are weeping,
Beheading terrorists glad.
Sons and daughters are reaping
The faith of their fathers gone mad.
You and me? We’re doing fine.
Sipping war and white wine.