The West Hasn'T Been Won Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

To win the West
I think it's wise
let's say it's best
to realise
that I stay quiet
in this endeavour,
prevent a riot
(which shows I'm clever)
well let us say
that all the urges
and interim galactic vibes
remind me of Stalinist purges
when he got rid of all those tribes.
The West was won
when crazy fellows
equipped with gun
and Scottish bellows
stood up to arrows
of savage louts
cut out their marrows
bashed in their snouts.
So I am thinking
that Western regions
require blinking
and strict allegiance
Await the show,
the puffs of smoke
then I will know
it ain't a joke.