BAGHDAD, BOB, AND PETE
HISTORY DOES NOW REPEAT
THE TRUTH THEY BOTH CHEAT
Some camels have spiders
that assault their riders,
or so come the tales from Iraq.
They’re known to eat horses
in multiple courses
and carry them home on their backs.
They’ll chase down a Humvee
while screaming like banshees,
with armor resistant to flack.
With vertical jumps,
they can launch from both humps
in two-fold arachnid attacks.
I know that it’s tricky
when reading a wiki
to separate fable from fact,
but if all this is true
and one came into view,
I’d flat-line from a cardiac.
Oldest museum was built in Iraq
Built by Babylonian princess – fact.
No one knows her name.
She was just a dame.
If she’d been male, they’d have kept track.
The French word for ‘cockroach’ is ‘le cafard’.
In some contexts it can mean ‘depression’.
But for the soldiers always standing guard,
‘Avoir le cafard’ refers to boredom.
I’ve heard war has been described as follows:
“Ninety percent boredom, the rest: TERROR”.
It’s true for those hiding in their hollows,
Whether combatant or stretcher-bearer.
My times in combat zones weren’t too awful.
I heard the occasional “BOOM!” or “CRACK!”.
Of friends that I knew that went to Mosul,
Everyone (Some shrapnel wounds) made it back.
But I knew some who never came back home;
At least one who suicided at home.
you enter into my innermost calmness
chafed naught a crawling grapevine
and speared mustered seeds I'd beckoned
your tenderness your infamous timely
sorted kisses morbidly missed over time
driving over gravel searching for hidden
scents of blushing rosebuds that catered
to my senses why I'd explored your shyness
that emptied my kindness beyond a darkened
cave a sinking floor causing me to blush
beneath the mauve sky hidden
along Baghdad's humble shoreline
letter to Iraq
beneath your skin lies terror,
your sons and daughters die young
i have seen their limbs tread on bombs ,
play grounds for dead bodies.
death comes by night to orphan children by morning.
for what purpose does life serve when mothers bury their young?
school classrooms for refuge camps,
streets that were once rivers has turned to blood baths
where children miss their mosque prayers to pick their fathers dead bodies.
your air heavy like your lungs are shackled by tears
hunger pangs for bomb blasts,
another house demolished like a broken heart,
i have seen how media bandages wrap your wounds
without knowing timeless sepsis,
your lips keep uttering silent prayers
for knees have been crushed to the grounds,
your cracks are seen on the silence of your wounded soul.
from a humanitarian.
allah-ukhba
The Iraq war was illegal, unjustified and needless,
The country should never have been invaded;
It was an assertion of distrust and disconnection,
And diplomacy talks should never have been evaded.
With nuclear weapons still functional,
The east and dictatorial regimes need trust,
To educate them about democratic government,
And direct them towards the free world’s must.
Representative governance is the must,
The electorate of the people must preside,
Over matters of community and association,
To wield out what’s required by the inside.
Blair showed impetuousness and recklessness,
When he did not trust the Iraqi government,
When they promised they had no weapons,
Of mass destruction for a western armament.
Russia is now talking, maybe acting up,
And we must interact with her warmly,
‘Cos it is the west that destroyed the respect,
When Iraq was impinged upon coldly.
IRAQ
Three and a half decades of tyranny and death, unrelenting
until the end, there’s always more to perish.
Dictator extraordinaire, mass murderer, genocidal maniac,
you are death – an awesome man capable of anything, invading
your neighbours, gassing your own people, acquiring weapons
of mass destruction, no one is like you.
And then the clock ticks and hour glass runs dry,
your days are numbered, then you fall by the wayside, over.
What will they do to you? Interrogate and learn your secrets
or shoot you down like a dog?
Your country is in ruins, a shell of a corpse,
nothing left but anarchy with suicide bombings, murder and kidnap.
A terrorist’s paradise for any young anarchist, a hero’s death is assured.
In the name of Allah, kill the enemy, destroy America!
What will happen in a year? Will it all be over
or just the start of a civil war, doing Satan’s work?
Soldiers dying
Children crying
In a strange and far off land.
Bullets killing
Bombs so chilling
This the work of our own hand?
We are the ones who did invade
Duped by leaders we did trust.
Misled by claims of mass destruction,
Hard to ask – but now we must.
Did our leaders so betray us -
Sell their souls for desert oil?
Have they shamed our mighty nation -
Brought dishonor to our soil?
Will we now repeat this process
Raining death on one and all?
While we try to kill the evil
All the innocents will fall.
Hey Mr. President Obama, it's time to wake up from your loooooong
sleep and see what's happening in Iraq! It was your decision to remove
all troops and advisers from Iraq, now there are thousands being brutally murdered
and buried in mass graves as I write this! The Buck Stops at your oval room desk and
you are responsible to take immediate action on this massacre, every hour you delay
more families are losing their fathers, and their deaths are on your watch. Is this going
to be your legacy? Sitting idle while genocide is being committed? The whole world is watching
you, so what is the next move Mr. Commander-In-Chief? In your move to please the voters
you have made a grievous error in judgement, the Republicans are right on this one,
it's time to drop the arrogant stubborn attitude
and act like a leader and also a compassionate human being!
If not, your Presidential legacy
will be a complete DISASTER!
Very sincerely,
Robert William Gruhn
They say a man that knows no fear
can never be truly brave
and the man who points the gun
will never be enslaved
we set you free from tyranny
with tanks and bombs and planes
we hope this brings you comfort
as you lay down in your graves
Dear Santa.............Iraq
Candles burning sure and bright,
Shining through the Christmas tree.
Santa's coming 'round tonight,
Bringing presents here for me.
I sent a letter some time ago,
I asked for things I'd need.
For these are things for Mum and me,
It certainly wasn't greed.
For I am thirteen years of age,
I asked, "please bring Dad back".
I miss him; Mum is so upset,
Since he died inside Iraq.
I cry myself to sleep some nights,
I can hear Mums sobbing heart.
He's the only present we will need,
"Don't keep us all apart".
Dear Santa, no more toys or clothes,
No gifts from that Christmas sack.
The only thing that we all want,
Is to have my Daddy back.
Gentlemen of the Press,
I have been asked by the United States Congress
To say that our missiles can be aimed with pin-point accuracy.
Oops! Sorry that one just crashed into the sea.
Ah yes! As I was saying ……
Dive!! Dive!! Dive for cover, before it goes bang
That missile’s the latest Boom-a-Rang.
Those stupid Aussies don’t have a brain
They wanted to use their missile again.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death;
I look at this war and I’m exhausted, and so out of breath!
I look to my spirituality for an answer to appear.
I’ve seen fellow marines die and “death” is what I ultimately fear!
The days seem to never end, and this desert is extremely hot!
I’ve witnessed the death of my friend and I ask God, why he got shot?
Yesterday, our platoon leader took a hit; two bullets to the back!
I want my country to know that we do this ---- for her and hope we make it out of Iraq!
I think about my family and I miss their warm and tender essence.
I wonder if my girlfriend thinks of me… I can’t wait to feel her presence.
I hope death doesn’t come for me; that I make it out of this hell hole.
I pray God forgives me for defending country; that I do not lose my soul!!
All U.S. soldiers are putting their lives on the line in Iraq for our freedom. It's like a
modern-day version of World War II and the Gulf War. Despite the armed forces' efforts to
fighting for our freedom, they suddenly get killed by suicide bombs or wounded, thereby
being torn limb from limb. There's always a problem with the military soldiers getting
shot in the brain or wherever. George W. Bush, who was the President of the United States
of America at the time, was really wrong for sending the troops to Iraq, knowing that the
men and women of the U.S. Armed Forces would be injured or killed. But despite the war in
Iraq and our troops sacrificing their lives for our freedom and the capture of Suddam
Hussan, this war is still haunting all of us U.S. civilians. But then, when it came to
going against the Iraqis, it was worth it. I hope America doesn't go to war, again.
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