Standing on the rubble
At the Center of World Trade
Was called for by forces that
Breached Freedom's fortress.
Crying, Hail Victory!
From the top of Lincoln's deck
Was all too early drunk
From Liberty's bitter chalice.
The fount of Freedom's
Quenching drink
When easily won
Is likewise cast away.
Now the Bush is gone
And Obama stands
Upon the scene
Of bloodied Iraqi streets.
Elections come and go.
Will the truth behind the scene
Prove the worst of Muslim nightmares
Or yield the fruit of Freedom's promise?
Get out the sooner now
Rather than complete the lie of later never.
Freedom begats responsibilites.
Let the world see Iraqi pride
And feel the glow of Iraqi independence.
Iraq is no puppet of any malevolence.
End the conflict. End the occupation.
Iraq has begun the peaceful struggles
That will adorn the mantle of its rebirth.
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