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[aid] => Mick
[title] => Sickening Outrage
[time] => 2003-03-29 00:05:00
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[bodytext] => Cry out against war crimes, Outrage! - Outrage! Denounce the lawless brutal lawless savages That rule by iron-fisted tyranny, By ruse despicable and treachery. The ghouls torment, harass and then degrade The prisoners of war, beat, humiliate The ill-starred brave marines of maintenance That fell into their brutal fiendish hands They set their military assets up Not solely by the Karbala gap, But in their mosques, sickbays and nurseries And ancient places of curiosities. Oil wells are tampered with,- oil fires rage The damage to their people,- who can gauge? Yet vassals to Saddam, -the Fedayeen Enforce their master’s murderous regime. Lo! Basra’s people hunger so and thirst, But if they try to flee, the bullets burst, The Fedayeen, disguised is hid within And fire while the desperate people scream The Fedayeen submit in fake surrender And the white flag demurely tender, Depraved,- the goons seem ready to foreswear All arms, but are masked executioners. Does the Islamic faith perhaps condone Tent grenade lobbing on one’s very own? Does Allah love this thing or does He not? That is the question,- I can answer not Small scrawny boys before the guns arrayed Are forced by blows to go ahead and fight O Party Baath and boss take price! take pride! Strap kids to tanks lest they run off and hide. Women are hanged for waving just their hands To our forces, -Al Jazera sends Together with her sister stations,- rot.- This bias tells they like us not a lot. O Nasyria, (Ur),- birthplace of Abraham, Around whose peaceful hometown rockets slam, O godly Father what would you now say Your cherished Fertile Crescent - oh dismay! O glorious Father Abraham of Ur- For Jaques Chirac an oil deal please secure! He’s indisposed right now and under cover, But will be back when everything is over. Still, there are friends around - dear Vladimir!, Selling night-vision goggles and jamming gear To foes,- into your eyes and soul we took O Vladimiretchko with trust a look The cockles of your heart revealed a cove Therein shone bright a new Kalashnikov. Still teach your force the art of whetting knives, ‘Gainst Chechens that too much for freedom strive? .Friends overseas have pox and measles, So very prudent, do not trust the weasels! But do provide accountability! For so high crimes against humanity, And let the whole world see and understand , The splendor of the forces that defend.. . [comments] => 2 [counter] => 162 [topic] => 28 [informant] => Elizabeth_dandy [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Patriotic )
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