Our troops in a war that they back as believe...
Lied to by a president who fibs to deceive.
They are trapped...
These, our troops, misled by facts unmapped.
We should be trying to find the notorious O'samma Bin Ladin...
Instead of being tired of this longest ongoing war, which makes us
down troddened.
All facts for the war...
Were made up in a lie filled store.
Bought for by politicians with an agenda of oil....
Hopely due to us, the war like spoil.
Why do we continually toil? ...
Why stay indentured embroil?
House sales are on a clear downward plummet....
The math is wrong, clearly a mis-summit.
Taxes are paid...
Peace delayed.
Many lives are lost...
But, at what human cost?
I cannot wait for the new, near election due...
Then our Iraqey war will be done and through.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem