Iraq War Syllogism - 33 Poem by Raj Dronamraju

33

That was a close call, America
A mental defective thinking he could make a bomb out of his shoes

My mood ring for the country is on, America
Heard it from somebody who heard it from somebody that a terrorist attack was forthcoming
It's flashing red, it's flashing yellow, we are hiding under our beds

Creating the climate of constant fear and anxiety creates a climate in which you can get away with anything
No one's going to question a war that should never have been started in the first place
And when the citizens of a distant country are killed indiscriminately people are too scared to say anything

Or too apathetic, contained in a big, dumb, safe womb
Never knowing, never fearing history and the world
Threats come and they make us curl up in ignorance
We are not plugged into anything that threatens this