Arabian Night's... Poem by Onyx Blake

Ariaban night, a night like any other...
My mother was in the hut...
making breakfast...
Someone on the corner was getting mugged...
A street rat, equvilent to an American Thug...
When I saw a helicoptor come up in the sky...
weopons of mass destruction, they said we had...
Why did the lie, it makes me mad...
Sadam Husaien wasnt the reason why either...
dispite their lies I know the reason why...
they wanted to steal our oil...
but did so many live's have to die...
It makes since though...
cause when their done...
all you will see is American Flight...
in the Arabian night...