| Enemy 9-11 is a poem re-crafted from one I wrote originally for
then President Richard Nixon
and which seems more appropriate now that history repeats itself repeats itself
repeats itself.
The Enemy 9-1-1
On 9-1-1 ~ 3,000 -- never to return
Now to Iraq -- four thousand more our soldiers gone,
To those heros now, our hopes belong
What is it we can learn?
Tens of thousands -- innocents erased,
Families, loved ones, homes, displaced.
A hundred thousand troops deployed.
Children dead and futures now destroyed.
How many Saddam's have we employed
to later hang their heads, and necks?
O'Bin Laden was not in Iraq
So let us bring our soldiers back.
There's no record of that fellow fakir.
There was no urine-ium (sic) yellow cake, nor
Weapons of Mass Destruction -- all were lies.
Our President of Bended Truths,
the half-baked baker of ill-pursuits,
found wagging dogs of profit at our expense,
and took to war with false evidence.
We found a power-corrupt Saddam-ic
No weapons mass, nor subatomic
A Burning Bush with Cabinet Caligari... We
could re-name him: "George W. -- of MD".
His thinking seems in arrogant extremes,
We should change our home regimes.
'Cause like the bush that once was burned,
Our Home Security was spurned.
Enemy defeat, once our objective,
with a hundred thousand loved one's souls the cost,
Weapons have become our self - destruction
Reason -- and humanity -- both have lost.
A war of choice, a misdirection, with no end nor plan,
Should find our moral compass and remove this man.
The Pontius Pilate of our Ship of State
Determines course and sets its fate.
What say have members of the crew,
The passengers, and
silent few?
When the Captain, in attempt to wreak,
Has built a fire upon the deck.
-- Greg Molenaar -- 11 September 2007
New London, Minnesota USA 56201-0411
see
http://www.YourHomeNow.com/poetry/index2.html
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