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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