And the light socket has its eye pocket
Punched out
Not to worry with this army issue torch
We stand Arabs against poles and fire
Have the perimeter secure in no time
Despite the obvious hole in the wall
Through which you can see
All of Baghdad is alight
Shock and awe
They’ve done it in line
Bombed the middle ages back to the stone age
Where women and children are collateral damage
Making me wonder what level of enemy
They thought they were dealing with
What did the intelligence say
Something less than this
Not another fucking Vietnam
But it is
Nothing less than this
Bombs raining down on street markets
Shoppers maimed and innocents dismembered
My knife against my colonel’s throat
His death for my wife and kids
No glory remembered
For we serve the greater good
Despite that concepts inconsistency
We face bombs, hatred and mistrust
In this land of trash and dust
To learn what we must as a nation
That we may have got it wrong
That we may lack humility
© shaun patrick green 2011
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