Fortunate Son








By John Fogerty
Born: 1945
Poem Written: 1969

Some folks are born made to wave the flag,
Ooh, they're red, white and blue.
And when the band plays "Hail to the chief",
Ooh, they point the cannon at you, Lord,

It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no senator's son, son.
It ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no fortunate one, no,

Yeah!
Some folks are born silver spoon in hand,
Lord, don't they help themselves, oh.
But when the taxman comes to the door,Lord, the house looks like a rummage sale, yes,

It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no millionaire's son, no.
It ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no fortunate one, no.

Some folks inherit star spangled eyes,
Ooh, they send you down to war, Lord,
And when you ask them, "How much should we give?"Ooh, they only answer More! more! more! yoh,

It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no military son, son.
It ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no fortunate one, one.

It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate one, no no no,
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate son, no no no.

Literary Analysis

          This poem has a rhyming patter of ABCBDDEFGF and so on. The author uses patriotic imagery (the flag, "red white and blue," etc.) to create the idea of patriotism. This patriotism, however, is not necessarily a good thing in the author’s eyes, as he correlates patriotism with religion in a negative way (they point the canon at you, Lord.). This poem has a moderately rigid structure; it has a consistent rhyming pattern throughout and it has a coordinated amount of syllables for each line. The speaker in this poem is a draftee saying that he is no senator’s son or fortunate one, so he will have to be sent off to way. The author is criticizing blind patriotism in a time of controversy as well as the system of drafting men into the army.

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I chose this picture of a draft card because the song is about a war draftee. This little white card changed the lived of many drastically, and the poem addresses dealing with the draft.



Historical Analysis

          This poem, written from the point of view of a draftee, addresses the issue of the draft and draft dodging during the Vietnam War. Draft dodging was an issue during the Vietnam War. Many young men who did not want to go to war burned their draft cards, feigned illnesses and insanity, and some even fled to other countries like Canada to avoid being sent to fight. Even others were able to avoid the draft through their connections or status, and it was these draft-dodgers that the poem is commenting on. The poem reveals the negative sentiments towards draft dodgers in that existed in American society during the Vietnam War as well as the author’s negative attitude towards those who used their status to keep them from going to war like those less "fortunate" had to.

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