Baghdad Battles Beset By Bakke Bills Poem by Aaron Graham

Baghdad Battles Beset by Bakke Bills


Some gave all, and all gave some,

And we gave it all away. Lost,

Under the rays of a beating sun,

The sound of the fuddle, and the gun.

And the fading rhythm of the war drum.

Those who’ve gone, have gone.

What’s done, is done.

But we’ll not rest till each

Missions stands complete,

Each injustice in undone.


Then each man may come home.

Until then, no battle’s won.

Till that day, ill guard my own

My healthcare plan, a gun.

~Aaron Graham