On The Road To Baghdad Poem by Tony Ogunlowo

On the road to baghdad
I heard
an American warplane
streaking overhead
dropping a bomb
in error
on a marketplace.

On the road to Baghdad
we pulled up
coming to a roadblock
where
American security consultants,
jeering,
were taking potshots
at a bus
full of women and children.

On the road to Baghdad
i saw Marines
forcing
two blindfolded Iraqi youths
to play
Russian Roulette
with loaded
Colts.

On the road to Baghdad
I saw hypocrisy,
murderous antics,
by liberators
who
make Saddam Hussein
look like a saint!