Yourself?

We roared into Baghdad, in the hours before dawn.
In pursuit of a dictator, who thumbed his nose at world opinion,
And slaughtered innocent Kurds, gassing them like Nazi Germans.

Under the unfurled banner of a white cross,
The blazing Yellow of American troops covered half a country.
Driving on, like us, past bombed houses,
Mangled concrete, and potholed roads.

In the past four days, we�ve raised guns at them,
Shooting those who moved,
Men, women and children all alike.

Them who struggled or resisted, we called out �Foe!�
And phoned our friends high up in the skies,
Gave out their addresses, to join our party.

They answered,
Sending no longer white love letters,
But angry orange rejection letters.
Shrooms in a metal can.

Those who surrendered or defected, we called out �Friend!�,
Pulled out bags of money and food,
Wined and dined on Iraqi fare,
With Saddam�s rations they no longer needed.

And they loved us, like kindred,
Long lost cousins finally met,
Tearful hugs and prayers exchanged.

We slept in their beds,
Which were graciously vacant,
Romanced their wives and sisters,
Women need company you see,

And on we rode,
Chasing an invisible enemy,
Following its trail, straight to its citadel.
Days and nights we roared by,
Along dusty streets, and sandful dunes,
Chasing a sunset.

The sick and wounded lay along the roads,
Hands raised in silent prayer.
Mouthing words of blessing,
For their alien saviour.

We drove on like revered heroes,
Past the rows of withered corpses,
And shriveled bags of hacking bones.
Drove, till the skies turned crimson,
And the dawn turned to dusk.

Damn that cough!
Frank just threw up his dinner,
His blood regurgitated,
And bloodied the dusty windscreen,
Drawing crimson tears of mourning.

posted by Downhere. @ 10:06 pm