Treasure Island

cheryl davis miller

(2/26/57 / America)

3: AM CAll


I guess you missed that 3: am call
you once glibly boasted about.
Your lack of attention to requests
leaves many with a sense of doubt.

We question if you were President
would you answer our cries for aid?
Or turn your back on the countries plea’s
so P.C.’s agenda’s obeyed.

Would you stand and lie just as before
letting underlings bear the blame?
Our nation needs leaders in office
with no part in Benghazi’s shame.

So go home Madame; stand by your man
turn your head as you have before.
America deserves much better
than the source of Benghazi’s gore.

c.d.m.1/16/14

Submitted: Tuesday, February 11, 2014
Edited: Wednesday, February 12, 2014

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