(reprise) DFU SONG: Coming to America (Kerry is UNFIT FOR COMMAND...he turned on America)

Say it everywhere you go
HE TURNED AGAINST AMERICA
He had struck a deadly blow
HE TURNED AGAINST AMERICA

Now...he would command our men
Who would trust him again
To cover your back...to cover your back

It's clear...things he did went too far
Let's call them what they are
Traitorous acts...traitorous acts

Say it everywhere you go
HE TURNED AGAINST AMERICA
He had struck a deadly blow
HE TURNED AGAINST AMERICA

In our mind it has been seared
HE TURNED AGAINST AMERICA
By the commies he's revered
HE TURNED AGAINST AMERICA

HE TURNED AGAINST AMERICA
HE TURNED AGAINST AMERICA
HE TURNED AGAINST AMERICA
HE TURNED AGAINST AMERICA
No way...no way...no way...no way...no way

War Sonnets

On the Death of Pfc. Lori Piestewa

Avenge, Spider Woman, the death of she
Who was thy small, soldier, mother, and friend
To Black Mesa’s white clouds she doth ascend
Who duty took, beloved, lost Lori
Priests in Hopi Kivas, rejoice in her glory
And smoke of painted pipes now doth portend
The smoke of burnt cities, the heaven’s rend
A Thunder bird descends for her quarry
They sing of deity’s, irate cyclones
Desert, mountains, and villages, gyrate
The Satanic’ torment, agony, groans
From the galactic portal, thine grim fate
She is blessed now, the sacrifice atones
Ringed in red and maize, the heavens, zonate

On the death of Fabritsio Kuattrokki

Gianno’s four faces scour the earth
Bifrons legions six score now reel and whirl
At the Sabine’s spring of fire to uncurl
Saracen tail, cloven hoof, now stillbirth
Putrid wombs, famine, hunger and dearth
He spits vengeance, and soil and sky swirl
Glowing seeds, and germs, blisters do impearl
Thine villainous cherubs, thy woman’s firth
“You I will show how an Italian he dies!" ...
With the bread of heaven , the piano, dolce
Genoa’s son, brother, moving edgewise
A fighter’s grace, calm, then final sashay
Janus bringing loaves of life now arise
“Vi mostrerò come l'italiano muore!”

You should consider doing a remake of Cash's song:

The One On The Right Is On The Left By Johnny Cash

There once was a musical troupe
A pickin' singin' folk group
They sang the mountain ballads
And the folk songs of our land

They were long on musical ability
Folks thought they would go far
But political incompatibility led to their downfall

Well, the one on the right was on the left
And the one in the middle was on the right
And the one on the left was in the middle
And the guy in the rear was a Methodist

This musical aggregation toured the entire nation
Singing the traditional ballads
And the folk songs of our land
They performed with great virtuosity
And soon they were the rage
But political animosity prevailed upon the stage

Well, the one on the right was on the left
And the one in the middle was on the right
And the one on the left was in the middle
And the guy in the rear burned his driver's license

Well the curtain had ascended
A hush fell on the crowd
As thousands there were gathered to hear The folk songs of our land
But they took their politics seriously
And that night at the concert hall
As the audience watched deliriously
They had a free-for-all

Well, the one on the right was on the bottom
And the one in the middle was on the top
And the one on the left got a broken arm
And the guy in the rear, said, "Oh dear"

Now this should be a lesson if you plan to start a folk group
Don't go mixin' politics with the folk songs of our land
Just work on harmony and diction
Play your banjo well
And if you have political convictions keep them to yourself

Now, the one on the left works in a bank
And the one in the middle drives a truck
The one on the right's an all-night deejay
And the guy in the rear got drafted

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