No bombs, no cache’s of rockets,
No moms, no rolling pins to break sockets,
Just alms, hands in their pockets,
No more Saddam, neck stretched, was on the docket…
Three thousand plus,
From our wounds flow pus,
What else can we do but cuss,
Can’t even with them discuss…
No more financing for war,
It has become more than a bore,
In dreams for life infinitum they see gore,
War is porn quite altogether hardcore…
© ed L 01/07/07
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It is outrageous to say the least, but the mission supposedly was intended for the good and the freedom to those who, inadvertently suffered from an awful rein...I am still wondering, if we accomplished this yet?
I do hope that the sacrifices made, the blood shed, the lives lost, have proven to the Iraqi people, who were suffering, that this war was never, nor will ever, be in vain...
Great thoughts provoked in this write~ sad truths revealed
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~
Or as General Sherman said, War is Hell.
Quite a poem and graphic, my friend.
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling
And all of his pawns face the hardship of it all.
Well done Sir.
Love,
CJ
First grade comic strip. Poems not bad either and so right. Thank you. from Joyce
As far as my grand nephew in Iraq, you are write on.
Ron
Yes, she sound like she got the Dutch in her--Amsterdam!
Being South African I guess I do sound funny huh??
Love Anyways Tinka :)
Sandie May Angel :o)