Intricate metal forged by man
Designed to deliver Hell
Ghostly images of people spared
By the bomb that never fell
Warm world locked inside cold war
The remnants slowly thaw
As conflicts brew their toxic stew
Begun with “Shock and Awe”
There is no doubt that we were harmed
We cried revenge at any cost
But now a decade has been spent
More lives and treasure lost
The tactics cannot work long term
Occupation will not tame
Hawk or dove, kill or love
The result will be the same
It’s time to bring our loved ones home
And at the next Jihadist try
We’ll send a package COD
Of ghost riders in the sky
Copyright 2011 Patrick Granfors
Chip Bergeron
Axilea
Donna
Thanks Dick
Anna
Be always safe,
Karen
Christine