The Black House Poem by Neil Graham Marsden

THE BLACK HOUSE

The president has stayed away
until Geiger counter says okay
time to climb those blast-proof stairs
to greet the public unawares
but when the open doors portray
all loyal subjects gone astray
no hands aloft in celebration
empty now the whole darn nation

Just get me England on the phone
I should not face this mess alone
this was not part of our joint plan
to take us down to our last man
what happened to our satellite
you said we wouldn't have to fight
I can't believe it's come to this
peering into the abyss

Then taken to the military
so that he could at first hand see
there in the missile silo door
a scribbled message on the floor
We did not want our sons to be
A part of your longevity
your words are tired and so are we
We fired your missiles on D.C!