Brian Joseph Dickenson

Rookie (Not dead yet. Born in the first half of the last century. / Liverpool, England)

Iraq & Wmd's - Poem by Brian Joseph Dickenson

We are bringing
Democracy’s torch.
Tho’ your land,
We may have to scorch.

Of our guns and our bombs
You need not be afraid.
Or the graveyards aplenty
That we have made.

It’s all in the name of freedom.
Nothing to do with your oil.
Then maybe you would not have seen us
If you had nothing but rock under soil.

Our leaders are great chanting slogans.
And brilliant at waving the flag.
But in meetings that they have in secret,
Do they count up the dead? Do they brag?

We are leaving
Democracy’s torch.
Now it’s all down to you:
How much more you will scorch?

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, March 23, 2006

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