General Discussion

There once was a war priced per day,
A billion in taxes to spray;
While hospitals plead,
For the care that we need,
The bombs get the budget, they say.

A candidate running in Maine
Asked why we bankroll all this pain:
“If wards cannot stay,
Yet bombs get a day—
What sense does this spending contain?”

The Senate was urged to restrain
The strikes raining down upon Iran;
But most said “no need,”
And continued the deed—
War powers dismissed with a plan.

A senator fumed at the cost,
“What healthcare for millions we’ve lost!
In one month’s campaign
Of this needless war’s strain,
More billions abroad will be tossed.”

A hundred warplanes took flight,
With missiles and targets in sight;
A thousand sites hit,
At a cost that won’t quit—
Four billion or more in one night.

Analysts counted the score
Of raids that had started the war:
Five billion at least
Spent quick in the east—
And the meter keeps climbing for more.

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