Douglas Polk- A Poem

Them

I saw you,

you were there when Hitler rose to power,

smirking at the old Jewish lady wailing in the street,

now you sit sneering at the old man with a tea party pin on his sleeve,

you, the spineless, gutless elite,

convinced you and your pals the only ones who know best,

the communal good,

a blanket,

covering the dead and the dying,

aborted babies from Philadelphia to Los Angeles,

death and destruction in Libya too,

when a moment demanded courage,

you pissed down your leg,

and didn't know what to do,

let them die,

your cover story created,

tell the nation, 

approve the lies,

yes, I am sure,

you were there when Hitler rose,

spineless cowards,

you never die,

it is impossible,

without a soul.