From the Halls of the West Wing

To the shores of Tripoli;

I shrink from our country's battles

In the air, on land, and sea;

No need to fight for right and freedom

And to keep our honor clean;

I am proud to claim the title

Of White House college dean.



Our flag's unfurled to every breeze

From dawn to setting sun;

We have fought in every clime and place

Where we could take a gun.

In the snow of far-off Northern lands

And in sunny tropic scene;

But I really don't think it is my job,

To say anything that might sound mean.



I'm for hope and change for everyone,

But history has thrown a curve;

I see strife abroad and challenges rife,

But I'm afraid I've lost my nerve.

So while my fellow citizens

Watch aghast at terrible scenes,

They will not find me doing more

Than wondering what it all means.

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