The Oag Poem by Saint Eule

Captured in thousands of virtual worlds all humanity in a daze;
While millions are gathered in tents escaping the sun.
A soldier pushes a button like it was another virtual video game;
Only when the missile strikes a village is gone.

When all is over and counted, when the smoke clears,
Who will bury the children and wipe their mothers tears.

The deepest threat to our country is not the man wearing sandal,
Its the greedy war vendors entrusted with our supplies to handle.

The general we need today to keep us free;
Is the Auditor General from the OAG.