Iraq War Syllogism - 49 Poem by Raj Dronamraju

49

Whatever happened to my candies and flowers?
I was promised candies and flowers from grateful Iraqis
I thought they would automatically welcome getting rid of their dictator
That's what they told us before we came here

I thought we would be greeted as liberators
Hugs and blown kisses from a celebrating people
Not bombs delivered the same way
Up close and personal, can see the hate in their eyes

Where is my praise as a hero, a liberator?
Like the allied forces in VE day greeted by happy Europeans
Instead, I am described as something very different
More like what it was we were supposed to be fighting against

They'll detain those who non-violently protest our presence in their country
They'll kill others outright
The only flowers and candies that will be given out
Will be those brought to their funeral