Irak
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They have the BOMB.
The wise men said.
To save the world.
From being bled.
We must attack.
With all our might, they said.
We must make their, leader dead.
He ruled with despotism and fear.
They were used to this.
It was necessary to keep the peace.
If caught stealing, a hand must go.
A killing, off with a head.
It was not for us. To say no.
They chose, which way to go.
Now we pay the price.
For trying to stop the vice.
Without control.
They go mad, revenge and hate.
Long held unfulfilled.
Rise up for satisfaction.
Kill a Yank, a good distraction.
Life is cheap, and gunpowder too.
I blow myself up, to get you.
Democracy is not for us.
We want stronger stuff.
Go home Yanks, leave us alone.
Irak is for The Irak's.
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Copyright © Norman Purvis | Year Posted 2006
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