Thelma N. Shutters


I know in this great nation
We all make our mistakes
Yet even in our frustration
We have too much at stake

It seems at times we forget
And decide to pick straws
No leader shall be perfect
Can we live with the flaws

Faults are but imperfection
If someone’s not up to par
Like some of our elections
We may even think bizarre

Be sure you stay selective
Consider this in your mind
Some truths are deceptive
If to our laws we are blind

A war with their distortions
Our law they even changed
The truth has no proportion
Inside their Iraqi rifle range

No weapons in inspections
In a war of shock and awe
Praying for the next election
To survive their Fatal Flaws