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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Tomorrow comes, and lo and behold WMD, Weaponry - Middle East stranglehold Chemical Scuds, conventional too What will Saddam's madness do. Visions of - Gulf No 1 Burning wells under our lovely sun OPEC panic, its not their day Millions of guns back out to play. Armada's sailing, many ships RFA's - make many trips Tommohawks, 2000 pounders Shake the earth, humans thunder Tommo's screech across the sky Where they land, there's sure to die The innocents will have their say As Western Arnaments have their play. Journalists report on the horrors of war What the Hell are we fighting for A barrel of Oil, a bucket of sand Its not a reality i can understand. Coalition forces encroach on cities Where Saddam's men showed no pity These were his people, they should be alive As all countries, should live and thrive. His previous demean, to his Children and men Like gassed Basra, deathly den Chemical Ali, on the order of he Dispicable happenings, in their own country. Bagdad, capital of mythical age Bruised and battered by modern rage Rockets and bullets falling like rain Killing and maiming, screams of pain. BBC, Fox News - CNN Reporting whats right, is it right for them Troops a searching, for the reasons there their Weapons of MAD, who actually cares. Hidden away in deserts of sand Chemical weapons, poisonous glands Scud launchers, with conventional heads Israeli people, cant sleep in their beds What gives Iraqis, some Arabs too To do the things, we see they do Is it scriptures past, transcribed through the years Now on our doorsteps, forgotten fears. Through CIA Intellegence in 2002 Drew the path, US troops move through Down the gun barreled highway, enemies so few Insurgents not many, taken out as they do Abrahams spray, thier bullets so fair To take down the Guard, who should stop us there. Invasion in place, Marco Polo would say Like Hanibal, they all have their day Should they be here, in our country i say Where will they be tomorrow, i can only pray. http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war.php
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