pomes of buddy don: Make No Mistake

Make No Mistake

He cannot admit a single mistake
Cannot understand why we might be upset
At losing our surplus, at losing our stake,
At seeing how much more “them that’s got” can get,

At watching Katrina destroy a great city
While he clowned around with his friend’s new guitar,
At seeing his glee as he failed to show pity
To those he condemned to cruel fates most bizarre,

At big brother eavesdropping all in good fun
To private phone calls of our troops in the field,
At finishing what terrorists leave undone:
Using our fears to convince us to yield.

How many errors can one man make
And still not acknowledge a single mistake?