Poetry

Iraq

Each day a boy was murdered,
And each day a girl sacrificed,
Each day a child was orphaned,
And each day a life nullified,
Each day the pain increased,
And each day a loss of pride
Each day we prayed and waited,
And each day we sat and cried,


Then a taste of American liberty,
And that's how freedom died.
Each day since is Good Friday
And each day Iraq is crucified.
Now we know it's all hypocrisy,
And now we know the truth has lied;
Now we know the Dream is a mockery,
And now we know the Flame has died.

 
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