The poster boy bungled.

We killed on the beaches

and napalmed the jungle.

He made his speeches.

With stars and bars

And shining cars

We killed and plundered.

Wrapped in plastic, rapt in wonder.

We kept her picture,

We, the victors –

Marilyn’s picture –

Next to the scriptures.

She squeezed our torpedoes

And kissed off our missiles.

The generals clapped

We who were trapped.

“Have a nice day”,

Bell Telephones say,

Their Cadillacs gleam

While Americans dream.

[You can update it to say – Madonna’s picture if you want.]