Pome about Iraq, Syria, and The war on Terror
We want peace without
Patriot missiles.
Blown to bits are civilian targets.
Parade! Laugh! Rejoice! Sing!
We are the victors of a nothing.
Spend more money on a war,
While your people starving, turned to whores.
Slaves of the chosen one paying millions for each bomb.
Freedom cried the marching man.
Flags ripped out of their black hands,
Beaten! Slain! Tortured! Killed!
Their only mistake was being born here.
Invade countries just for oil.
Send your troops all down to boil.
Iraq! Iran! Afghanistan and Syria!
Truman doctrine our own way.
The American way.