You lay a wreath on murdered Lincoln`s bier, You, who with mocking pencil wont to trace, Broad for the self-complacent British sneer, His length of shambling limb, his furrowed face.
We are at war, but we are not. Does it seem like a wartime nation? Bush has not asked for sacrifices, hasn`t done the recruiting speech, hasn`t asked us to do the recycling or to conserve or a lot of the things you read about in past wars.