Of Skin in War

Trump should have to fight this war if he wants it

Netanyahu should be in Gaza

Instead of his king bed in Jerusalem

They can soar into battle with flags

Knotted around their necks

Swooshing behind them like capes

Red, white, and blue fluttering in smoky air

Political superheroes,

Minus the heroism

Super heinous

Super horrific

Super hungry

(for other men's sons)

Trump’s sons can fight this war

Don Jr. and Eric look broad shouldered enough

They’ve hunted endangered leopards

In Zimbabwe for sport

They know how to be near death

Without being in danger of it

Let them learn the difference

Let them trade the green groomed golf course

Of West Palm Beach

For the grey rubble of Tehran

Let them live under a foreign sky

Who doesn't care who their father is

And will not save them

Put their skin in the game

Make Netanyahu and his clan

Taste the blistered sky of Rafah

Let them feel the chemical burn

Of white phosphorus

That scorched the Palestinian

Children to the bone

Put their skin in the game

These men in pressed suits

Still warm from the dry cleaners

Dumbly watch war behind an iPhone screen

They call bombing necessary

Let them prove with their blood

How necessary this war really is

Put their skin in the fucking game