Forty-seven GOP Senators sent a letter to the Iranian leadership telling them that the nuclear negotiations will result in no binding deal unless the Senate votes to approve one.  Here’s a parody of their letter in song.

(To the tune of “P.S. I love You,” by Gordon Jenkins & Johnny Mercer)

Thought we’d drop a line to say
Obama’s wrong, he has no sway.
We’ll decide what we should do.
P.S. We’ll bomb you.

Thought you had the perfect deal?
Until we vote, nothing’s for real.
Lest you haven’t got a clue
P.S. We’ll bomb you.

Write to the Pres – tell him that you’d adhere to
whatever deal you’d approve.
Though you’re secret sites, you will let no one near to.
We think a bomb, or two’s the right move.

Guess there’s nothing more to tell.
Except that you, can go to hell.
Hope this message doesn’t calm you.
P.S. We’ll bomb you.

Lyric © 2015 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
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I previously posted a song (Mr. President) Prime Minster Netanyahu might sign to President Obama after speaking to congress.  This is my imagined response song from President Obama to Prime Minster Netanyahu.

(To the tune of, “Mr. Wonderful,” by Jerry Bock, Larry Holofcener  & George David Weiss, from the 1956 Broadway show of the same name)

What’s your hurry
to attack?
Why such worry
when we’ve got your back?
Now I sing to you responding to your song,
Dear Prime Minister, “You’re wrong.”

I’ve been working
on this deal.
A solution
at least that is real.
Military options won’t delay them long.
Dear Prime Minister, “You’re wrong.”

And more sanctions imposed with aplomb
Wont’ discourage them from working towards a bomb.

Be pragmatic
we’re good friends
and steadfast allies.
Twin democracies together we’ll stand strong.
Dear Prime Minister, “You’re wrong.”

Lyric © 2015 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
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This is what Israeli Prime Minister Netanyahu might sing to President Obama if invited to perform at the White House after addressing congress.

(To the tune of, “Mr. Wonderful,” by Jerry Bock, Larry Holofcener & George David Weiss, from the 1956 Broadway show of the same name)

Why this rancor?
Why this gloom?
Why this fear of an impending doom?
I’ll be here and then I’ll be flying home.
Mr. President, “Shalom.”

Why our worry
‘bout Iran?
Well, they’d nuke us
as soon as they can.
The Ayatollah mocks your hopeful tome.
Mr. President, “Shalom.”

Do you really believe that Iran
will abide by your dear peaceful plan?

They’ve been stalling
biding time.
Centrifuges meanwhile
whistle and chime.
So I’ll leave you with this one simple gnome
Mr. President, “Shalom.”


Lyric © 2015 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
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We’ve not become so civilized as to end war:
But we’ve become too civilized to win war.
We decry the necessary brutality that war summons
taking pains to avert another Dresden,
While our enemies lop off heads;
and, laugh at our Geneva Convention vanity,
from urban redoubts behind civilian kryptonite.

They are not hypocrites like us,
who pretend that war has rules,
lest we not feel good about ourselves.
Perhaps it is that the wars we have
chosen to fight of late, are not of survival.
Perhaps they have been mechanisms
of greed to oil the economic wheels.

Perhaps we would recover the strength of will
to see war clearly, if the threat were existential.
Perhaps we would then deploy at war
the fullest, most brutal measure of our power
adhering only to the one honest rule of war,
should we be dragged into its madness –
that immoral slaughterhouse –
“Win by whatever device necessary.”

Knowing that afterwards, it is the victors
who will order rules, the vanquished
will be charged to have violated.

© 2014 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
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Tracking who is fighting who in Syria and Iraq can become pretty confusing. President Obama has vowed to degrade and destroy the Islamic State (IS).  IS seeks to overthrow Syrian President Assad.  Other Syrian rebels also want to overthrow Assad but simultaneously fight IS.  The Nusra Front, an offshoot of al Qaeda, likewise fights against Assad, but seeks to attack the West as well.  Turkey fears IS but fears the Kurds obtaining a state more; so, it refuses to help the PKK (Kurdish separatists in Turkey labeled by the West as terrorists) fight IS or to offer help that would strengthen the Kurdish position.  Iran’s proxy Hezbollah and some of its own forces are fighting in Iraq against IS to protect Shiite interests and Holly sites.  Saudi Arabia has funded Sunni terrorists (even being linked to helping the 9/11 perpetrators) but wants no part of Sunni IS, but also does not want to help grow the Shia influence in the region.  All is all, the war, seems more like a drunken bar brawl, in which onlookers cannot easily decipher who is fighting who.

(To tune of, “Who’s Sorry Now?” (1923) by, Ted Snyder, Bert Kalmar and Harry Ruby)


Who’s fighting who?
I wish I knew.
Seems like our friends
are our enemies too.

An Islamic State,
the Shia would hate.
Assad also hates them, that’s great!
Turkey’s afraid
Kurdistan will be made.
I wonder who’s fighting who?


Our warplanes hunt
the Nusra Front,
friends of our rebel friends, to be blunt.
The Saudi’s play
all sides all the way.
I wonder who’s fighting who?


Lyric © 2014 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
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(To tune of “How About You,” by Burton Lane and R. Freed)

Abbas cries genocide.
Twisting the truth.
That story runs worldwide.
Twisting the truth.

Hamas can strike Israel.
Murdering Jews.
“Drive them into the sea,”
Arab mentality.
But that’s not the news.

Gaza civilians die.
What an outrage!
Jihad they glorify.
Not on the page.

The aggressor should pay a price.
Next time they would think twice.
Call that uncouth?
I guess, if you’re twisting the truth.

Lyric © 2014 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
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