Insanity's Nadir

The N.R.A.’s Wayne LaPierre
In lecturing the nation’s press
On how the country must  beware
Of classroom kills that leave a mess
From kids whose lives had just begun,
Proposed a good guy with a gun.

Now or Never

Just maybe as a nation we
This time can see the slain as prey
And not, as kooks would have them be,
Fit martyrs for the N.R.A.
To propagate a greater cause
For ever looser weapons laws.

Here Come the Brides, and Grooms

In some states fifty years ago
If whites wed blacks, they broke the law.
Today in thirty-one, Jim Crow
Might tip his hat at what he saw:
Gay couples who can’t tie the knot.
Why? Legislators’ tommyrot!

Yes, to a Two-State Solution

More so than ever, Palestine
Deserves acceptance as a state.
Its moderates are in decline,
And Gaza’s shambles elevate
The Strip’s Hamas regime from hell.
Whose goal’s the death of Israel.

Unholiest of Wars

I’ve never had much confidence
In second-guessing Israel,
For sure in matters of defense
When neighbors’ hate turns visceral.
Each time they’ve foolishly attacked
They’ve got their Muslim fannies whacked

Underexposed

It’s more than just some juicy poop
About who knew what dirt and when.
It’s why high-ups weren’t in the loop
(Or if in point of fact were then).
The rest of us were surely not.
As campaigns raged, we knew not squat.