Brian Joseph Dickenson
Iraq & Wmd's - Poem by Brian Joseph Dickenson
We are bringing
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
Now it’s all down to you:
How much more you will scorch?
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