Iraq
As the evening prevails
The sun abides
Flowing through your skin
As the next man dies
A constant reminder, runs through your head.
"We are here to help, just as George Bush said."
Surrounded by poverty and famine
A desert so vast
Everyone around us fighting without a past
Almost like a children's story, no plot at all.
But the weapons of mass destruction
are supposed to be perched, ready to fall.
Each waking breath
As you soul dodges the devil,
Succumbed by fear on a moment's cry
through a land rich of oil,
"Thou shalt kill," the monks reply.
George Bush says we fight for a reason.
Killing the innocent, losing the brave
Families left alone, or accustomed to graves
Of the war's prey, tombstone stands
casting its gloomy shadow
It overcomes millions but nothing should follow
George Bush says, this is for the better.
He is a man of the many, showered in thought
All he wants to do is accomplish something he ought
Many doubt his abilities and even his smarts
But there are that need to be commanded
In him deep trust, deep loyalty
This soldier's willing to risk everything,
To keep his country's pride.
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Synopsis
This poem is supposed to be ignorant and bias. It is supposed to be written by somone who doesnt know the full details of everything.
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