The Draft-Dodger Poem by Randy McClave

There is a draftdodger way over there
Who said for our soldiers let's give a prayer,
But, when he ran away and wouldn't serve
Remember then who truly had the pride and nerve.
He thought our troops would take a beating
In his thoughts he turned around and began retreating,
Living in luxury he prefers
So, he decided that he had bone spurs.
Now he kisses and hugs the flag from the country that I love
That lie down everyone's throat he wants to shove,
He was a coward to serve our country and to fight
As his skin turned pale, and a pasty white.
He is now the current White House resident
Sadly, he is our current elected U.S President,
He is a coward and a bully and never one of the proud and brave
As the soldiers turn over in their Arlington grave.

Randy L. McClave