Call Off
Call off our Troops,
they don't have a
clue on the real
scoop; because
the President has
them jumping thru
invisible loops.
Call off our men in
green, death is the
only thing they've
seen; and only to be
used as the President's
personal killing Machine.
Call off this W.A.R, we've
been misled and we're
not sure what it's for any
more; but from the way
things are looking I would
say," That President Bush
Just Wanted To Settle A
Personal Score."
Copyright © Margaret Johnson | Year Posted 2006
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