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" the Gulf In War " Page 3 of 3
Depression, suppresion of the Iraqi people Call for the brave, no longer feeble Statues down of their once ruler No longer reigns, no population puller. Uday, Qusay the tyrants sons No longer on power, now the weak ones The search goes on to find their dad In tunnels and bunkers below Bagdad Operation Red Dawn, captured a want His name Saddam, not worth the font His reputation, now no longer a curse This Iraqi nation, prayfully past their worse. Let me take you back to 45 Berlin fallen, families died But proud Germans, despised their leaders To write a new, gain worthy readers. Back to Iraq, as the forces cement Sunni and Shia - Kurds will repent Sadly not true, as markets ask Suicide bombers, an impossible task To police each person, on any given day Won't stop their carnage as they like to play Kalasnikov, Bullets and RPG The currency of war, as countries will see And to be truthfully honest, how do we repair Stay at home watch TV, thank god i'm not there The lines below are not errors by me They are indeed tears, of the fallen you see ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, It beggars belief, to open ones eyes As another race, just wants to despise As History has shown, whether neigbour or friend I doubt Human Race will ever buck the trend We will continue to kill, maim do or die The End. http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war.php
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