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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
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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.


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