She Rocks

(Ode to Cindy Sheehan)

A mother vexed and grieving for her loss
Demands an audience with the coward king
Who hides in fear, and couldn't give a toss
(So long as media its tribute bring)

That one more soldier for his falsehood died,
That one more corpse is stacked upon the heap
Of broken bodies, sacrificed to pride.
So has he sown, why waits his fate to reap?

No bloodguilt feels he who would own the blood
Of Christ, spilled where Iraqi soil enrich,
Such blood that from irradiated mud
Cries out, and camps beside a Texas ditch,

Where tears into the guilty ground have soaked,
Decrying Orthodoxy's devilish vogue,
To witness how, when Virtue is provoked,
Her voice shall vanquish a vainglorious rogue.

August 2005