Monopoly Poem by Dwayne Gordon

I am America
You’re Iraq
I’m in a deficit
You have bombs in bag-packs

You’re trying to take over
I’m reminiscing
Shooting all your missiles
Yet they keep missing

Look at that
Me and U.K we are chilling
even though we chill
Your people still dying

The world is round
Dirt is tough
Stop the non-sense
Enough is enough

What is it
Need blind to see
Fighting these wars
Still no sign of victory

Gave you freedom
Lied to us
We are riding on a never ending road in a slavery bus

Your people are sick
Half of them dead
I wont give you the cure
Rather see epidemic spread

Its cloudy and dark
Open your eyes
Politicians want to come
To tell you pure lies

I am the killer
The winner
Still the don

I shall take all your countries one by one