September 11 Poems: Jingo by Bruce W Niedt
Hoist the tri-part colors,
wave them on a stick,
unite and pull together,
vengeance should be quick.
Stand the guard, eye the sky,
patch up every rift,
let the flag define us
as we adroitly shift.
We know what they look like;
well flush em out like rats
the gas pump guy, the cabbie,
the ones with funny hats.
They can run, but they cant hide;
well put them to the test.
God Bless America
God damn all the rest.
09/29/2001 Posted on 09/29/2001 Copyright © 2024 Bruce W Niedt
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