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Enter Poem or Quote (Required) Oil or strife, is it worth all these lives Festering carnage, thriving flies Who's to say the region is fine The old cliche, it will take some time Lets scroll back to August 90 Iraq in Turmoil, to Saddams insanity Economic sanctions to economy draining Richness to want, from Kuwait's gaining Over the border the Iraqi's spill Fill their pockets, take their fill No respect to those who fall Under Saddam, they have a ball How weak they are, hostages they take Sweep aside all in their wake Cowards they are, and prove to be Working to Saddam's insanity On the apron, there appears to be An Airliner, British Sovereignty As they disembark to the airport lounge They let them speak, propaganda sound Governments meet to discuss this crisis OPEC panic, their oil prices Battle groups, now summoned again More despair, more bloody pain In the Gulf are assembled so Carrier groups, awaiting to go F18's from the US of A Load their bombs and have their say British Tornado's, straffing troops Falling dead in drunken stoops Desert warfare for the Western World Not seen since, Rommel's skill Their training and will, are put to the test Republican guard to be their best Invasion set, mechanics roll To free Kuwait, the Ultimate goal Coalition troops start their advance Iraqi conscripts, no hell of a chance Encroaching armies, from the Western World Mimicing Rommel, with his Desert skill Driving the enemy from their plunder To feel the wrath of organised thunder Kuwaities Liberated, February 2001 A few months after it all began Infidels wiped, from their floor Infidels not here no more Conscripts, possible Republican Guards Down death highway in stolen cars F18,s from the USA, soar above to have their say Screeching down like hungry birds This mile of carnage, will soon be heard The plumes of death, rise to the sky Iraqi families will wonder why On this point it must be said On Saddams head, his Nationals dead The clear up operation has just began Burning Oilwells, cloudy towns Choking fumes will last for months Invading Kuwait, was not top trumphs Peace regained in Kuwait City Where in fact it should always be Biblical invasions of other races Never thought i would view those places Watching the news March 2003 I see Iraq on my TV Discussions aplenty on WMD Wait till tomorrow, and i will see > http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war.php
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