Falluja
Falluja
Who can forget this place?
When the American moved in, they shot
anything that moved,
families at the dinner table and women
hanging up washing.
A badly wounded enemy, “a soldier”, was hurt,
the only one alive in the room,
he cried out in pain and was promptly shot dead.
An embedded reporter saw this and wrote about it
he lost his job and was called a traitor.
Then ISIS came and nearly got till Baghdad,
the brutal dictator who ran the country and made
It into a modern state, women, didn´t have to wear a burka
and could go to university
That ended to when the Islamite took power, today
Iraq is a totally corrupt state; it has free election and democracy.
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