Nancy L. Meek

FLIRTING WITH THE DEVIL IN NAM AND IRAQ

‘Twas the love of sweet peace that ended the fight
and descended like angels with heavenly might
into the bowels of the blood, the guts and the gore
‘til our foe, that ol’ devil, retreated from war.

‘Twas the same love of peace that brought our boys back,
confused to this day why we stopped the attack;
for, when they were drafted and handed a gun,
everyone knew why the war should be won.

‘Twas the love of sweet peace embraced by a few
that prompted the protests that tore us in-two,
as war-loving hawks attacked peace doves en masse
bringing riots, police cuffs and noxious tear gas.

‘Twas the love of true peace the peaceniks desired,
the piece de resistance which got them so fired
that the devil retreated; or at least for a spell,
‘til we drove through Iraq… and back into Hell.