The Buffalo Soldiers

The Buffalo Soldiers, they called them,
And Buffalo Soldiers they were—
Fighting for America,
They caused quite a stir.

Black soldiers, all,
Black soldiers, everyone—
They were the most noble soldiers
That you could find under the sun.

Back then, there was segregation
All across the land,
So Black soldiers couldn't be in the same unit
As White soldiers—understand?

So units were composed of Black men—
Black men, everyone—
And these honorable soldiers fought,
Fought, and never did run.

Bullets Take Out Heroes

Bullets take the brave.
They take out the heroes who dare to fight.
Bullets bear no mercy;
They turn courage into fright.

Bullets blister babies;
They spare not the child.
They ransom women
And set the criminal running wild.

Peace knows not the bullet.
Peace calls for the bullet to be put down.
Peace calls for reason
And tries to protect everyone around.

 Too Much Blood

Too much blood runs in the street.
Too many lives are lost.
Too many children cry—
War comes at great cost.

Too many wars,
Too many bombs,
Too many people
Buried in tombs.

Run from the battlefield,
Hide in the bushes.
Death awaits you—
It’s all war produces.

Subject Politicians to Truth-in-Advertising Laws

It would be a difficult law to implement properly, but we need a truth-in-advertising law. You know—a law that says you must be truthful and not misrepresent things.

And while you might be thinking we already have such a law—in fact, we have a host of them—I’m saying we don’t... at least not for politicians.

The idea first struck me while I was listening to a Karoline Leavitt press conference. Many of you might argue it’s not the Republicans, but the Democrats who are the lying, thieving scoundrels.

Regardless, neither side should be stretching the truth or spinning facts into something they’re not. The public is too easily persuaded—and too easily fooled.

The real problem? Who would determine what counts as an infraction? It seems like it should be just as easy to evaluate statements in the political realm as it is in the business world—but is it? My concern is that the Trump Administration is already muzzling the truth and could use such a law as a tool to silence Democrats.

That which can be used can also be misused. I don't know what to make a law like this work without the possibility it could be hijacked to do the exact opposite thing it was intended to do, but I feel truth is in such jeopardy these days that we should be looking at our options.

 If They Overrun the Land

The country of the immigrants—
If they overrun us,
What will we become?
A country of harder workers?
A country where everyone is welcome?

What will we become
If they "invade" our land?
A country where most people
Have a natural tan?

America is great,
But it could be greater still.
If we let the immigrants in,
We'll reach a higher hill.

The National Garden of American Heroes

Have you heard of this? Donald Trump is planning to build what he calls the National Garden of American Heroes in the Black Hills of South Dakota, just miles from Mount Rushmore.

No less than 250 life-size statues of historically significant Americans will adorn the garden. There aren't that many statues in one place anywhere in the world. The National Garden of American Heroes is expected to honor the likes of Amelia Earhart, Muhammad Ali, Steve Jobs, Sacagawea, and Christopher Columbus. 

The Lakota Tribe and other Indigenous groups oppose the project, arguing the land is sacred and should not be further developed. 

Look at All the Fighter Jets

Listen to the tanks and guns.
Listen to their fire.
Listen to the soldiers,
Caught in the barbed wire.

Look at the skies above.
Look at the bombers there.
Look at all the fighter jets,
Flying through the air.

Look at all the bodies,
Falling to the ground.
Look at all the bloodshed,
Everywhere around.

War is never friendly.
War is never kind.
War is death and hatred—
That's all you're going to find

Except to Sheep

They laugh and mock,
And mock and laugh—
But it's Donald Trump
That's full of graft.

Graft and greed,
And corruption deep—
It's plain as day,
Except to sheep.

They follow and worship,
They trust all he says,
While the rest of us are embarrassed
That he's our pres.

New Americans

New Americans can be the best Americans.
They're just Americans from other lands.
Let us love the new Americans—
Americans born on foreign sands.

Americans are Americans,
And they're Americans just like you and I.
I'm so grateful for such great Americans—
So grateful I could cry.

Constitution Says

War, then.
For it was an act of war,
And war should be called by Congress—
Congress, Congress, Congress.
Yes, Congress, no less.

But that would lose the element of surprise,
You argue, and you say:
"We can't just let our plans out,
Can't give our plans away."

Stop and think just a little,
If you think the situation was too brittle.
Hadn't the President warned them?
Hadn't he rattled the saber just a little?

That should have tipped them off—
Should've, should've, should've.
So you could have waited for Congress to act—
Could've, could've, could've.

 

Grandest Moment

Was this his grandest moment?
History has yet to tell.
Bombing deep into the earth—
For Iran, things didn't go well.

Trump presided over the bombing;
Give credit where credit's due.
Hopefully, destroying nuclear capabilities
By the time the attack was through.

A Hard Worker, Our Farmhand

In the willows, in the moonlight,
In the willows, in the wind,
Lay the immigrant in hiding—
Guilty of being too brown-skinned.

The ICE agents combed the swampland,
Looking for the brown-skinned man.
He lay low, he lay quiet—
Our farm worker, our farmhand.

Come dawn, ICE gave up,
Unable to find the migrant man.
And he returned to work the fields—
A hard worker, our farmhand.

 Washington Was a Poet

Washington was a poet,
And better than I,
And I'd like to tell you his story—
For why shouldn't I?

Now, it wasn't during his lifetime
That his poems he did write;
It wasn't until after he died,
And was gone out of sight.

He'd lie in the grave,
He'd lie in his tomb,
Crafting poem after poem
In the dark and the gloom.

Decades passed,
Centuries too—
Washington was still pouring out poems,
Like he'd never be through.

Then one day,
In the dark of the night,
Gravediggers came calling,
Wondering if George was all right.

They dug ten feet down,
Then another twenty feet,
And they dug up his grave,
Thinking that was kind of neat.

And there lay Washington,
Alone in his tomb,
And beside him was a stack of poetry—
Enough to fill up a room.

The gravediggers became famous
When they published all his poetry,
And now everyone reads it
From sea to shining sea.

Will He Claim All the Credit?

Trump skips out of the Group of Seven summit early to try to go get credit for peace in the Middle East, supposing that happens. Things were going good for him at the G7, and they hadn't gone well for him at the military parade. 

Time for a restart?

Let's see how well he weasels himself into the credit line should Israel and Iran come to terms.

Time for the Bombs

Time for the bunker-busters,
Time to bust up the vaults.
No time to sit drinking sodas,
No time to drink malts.

Bust up the nuclear sites,
Bomb the heck out of Iran.
Destroy their nuking power—
As fast as you can.

They Should Have Wished Him Happy Birthday

It was his birthday, so it was an opportunity for the Western World to engage in diplomacy. Forget that Valdimir Putin had an hour-long talk with Donald Trump. It is the Western World that should have been lining up to get on Trump's good side. 

Trump has a strained relationship with the democracies of the Western World. If it were a marriage, you would say it is an estranged marriage.

So, this was an opportunity. Try to woo him back to the fold. I do not know how many European leaders reached out to him -- how many wished him happy birthday -- but it they didn't, they passed up a good opportunity.

The Age of Trump

The Age of Trump,
The Golden Age of Trump—
For these are the days of his glory.
King of all the land,
The nation ruled by his command.

We live in that age,
The time of Donald Trump,
The reign of Donald Trump,
The Age of Donald Trump.

 Let's Read You Your Rights

Now that we've arrested you
For being in our land,
Let us read you your rights
To make sure you understand.

You have the right to leave here,
The right to go back home.
You have the right to be buried
Beneath our ocean foam.

You have the right to an airplane ride,
Taking you far away.
We'll even buy you a ticket—
But you must be gone today.

You have the right to prison;
No ticket is required for that.
And we won't tell your family
Where that prison's at.

You have the right to no lawyer.
You have the right to cry.
You have the right to be torn from your wife—
You know we wouldn't lie.

Freedom Is Only

Freedom is only as free
As freedom of speech—
And freedom of religion
You also must reach.

And freedom is only as free
As freedom of the press,
And you can't say you're free
If you have anything less.

Freedom is only free
If you're not falsely sent to jail,
For when there's anything less,
It's a "freedom" that will fail.

Freedom isn't freedom,
And freedom isn't free,
If it doesn't give all its freedoms
To you and to me.

Won't You Shine My Boots?

Now, won't you shine my boots?
With them, I'll kick you out of here,
Because I do not like your roots.

Where did you say you're from?
We can't have someone from there.
Folks like you aren't welcome—
Now, get on out of here.

So the simple immigrant
Bowed and walked away.
Tears were falling from her cheek,
From being treated such a dreadful way.

The Rule of Don

The rule of Don,
The rule of one—
Not much democracy
In all the things he's done.

The reign of Don,
The rule of one—
Edicts from his lips
Cannot be undone.

No one can challenge
His rule and reign,
Though the rule of Don
Is quite insane.

Love the Immigrant

Just a Christian's Christian
Is the person who practices love.
"Love thy neighbor as thyself"—
Is the thought from God above.

Neighbors come from across the seas—
God loves them the same.
Some won't love a foreigner,
But God won't play that game.

Love the immigrant—
The migrant from a foreign land.
Love them, even if
They were born on foreign sand.

The Picture of Wickedness

The picture of wickedness—
They cried when they saw it.
Lookie at that Mexican flag—
You know he shouldn’t fly it.

Sitting on a motorcycle,
Riding around a burning car.
And then he rides off—
Perhaps heading to the bar.

Just another rebel,
Mocking our values here.
Thumbing his nose at us,
And all that we hold dear.

They rip them from their families,
They deprive them of their rights.
And if he should protest,
They slam him for his gripes.

The all-mighty government,
In the all-mighty land,
Squashes rebellion
With a heavy hand.

Dang Right, States’ Rights

Dang right, states’ rights—
And I’m the man who sustains them.
My name is Donald Trump,
And states’ rights are as good as rum.

As long as those rights support me—
As long as they do me some good.
But if those rights get in my way,
They’re nothing more than good firewood.

States’ rights, civil rights—
What about the rights of Donald Trump?
I demand all the rights,
And nobody else has the right to grump.

Raise Your Eyebrow

Raise your eyebrow—
Never let it close.
All the things he's doing
should scare you from head to toe.

Raise your eyebrow—
Let your eyes look back and forth.
Scan what's happening
from the south unto the north.

Raise your eyebrow—
Keep an eye on Donald Trump.
All his shenanigans
should really make you jump.

Hulbert Can Help

Hulbert can help,
And Roy's the place,
So vote for Janel—
To win this race.

And so begins
Another campaign...
American politics—
Are quite the game!

Across the land,
In every town,
They seek for leaders—
The best that can be found.

History Will Pause

History will pause, for you to catch up.
History will pause, for that.
Time to sit and sort it all out,
Study what's white and black.

It's all so simple, all so plain—
Plain as in black and white.
It's all so clear—you should see it right off,
It's right there, in plain sight.

So pause for a moment, sit back for a while,
Study this whole thing out.
History will pause, history will wait,
So you can study it, in and out.

It's in front of your eyes—right in your face,
Right there, out in the open.
Surely, if we stop, you'll lasso the truth—
You don't even need to be good at ropin'.

My Flowers

I run a flower shop—
The biggest one in town.
Everyone buys from me;
They come from miles around.

But today, I won’t be selling them.
All my flowers are gone.
But I didn’t just give them out
To whoever came along.

I have some special friends—
Some friends I love a lot.
And I’m giving them all my flowers—
All the ones I’ve got.

My friends are called the media,
My friends are called the press.
I love them in great bunches;
I think they are the best.

But along comes Donald Trump,
Ready to shut them down.
So I’m feeling pretty sorry for them
And giving them every flower I have around

The Silent America

Introducing The Silent America—
The one you’ve been waiting for.
We will silence unwanted opinions;
Things will not be like before.

Let a hush fall over the nation,
Let dissidents be still.
Let the press be muzzled—
With them, we’ve had our fill.

We are the strong and strident,
We are the government.
And this administration
Allows no false comment.

Freedom of speech and the press
Only foment division.
We need a united nation,
So silencing them is our decision.

 America Went Broke That Year

America went broke that year,
no money to pay the bills.
It looked into its wallet—
it was so empty, it gave you chills.

It looked for someone to borrow from,
but this time, no one was there.
No one to bail out the foolish nation,
no one would even dare.

And the nation that thought itself invincible,
the nation no one thought could fall—
that nation went bankrupt,
that nation hit the wall.

Robin Hood Reversed

From the poor,
we give to the rich.
It should be the other way,
so this is a switch.

We love a great idea,
so we jump in headfirst.
Imagine all the benefits
of Robin Hood reversed.

Trump and all his friends—
let them have our money.
When it comes to taxes,
they are our honey.

Kiss the rich, suck up to them,
reward them for all that they've done.
When it comes to blessing the rich,
let us not be outdone.