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[title] => THE TRIAL OF SADDAM - HOW DID WE GET FROM THERE TO HERE?
[time] => 2004-07-01 08:00:47
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[bodytext] => (As Saddam appears in court in Iraq here is a very long poem covering much of what is a very long and very ugly history) Saddam insane Caused so much pain Control through oppression Sprang from his brain In a hard land He was a hard man Harder than anyone Can understand Like dictators before The tough rose to the top In fields of violence They were the worst crop In power they were But surrounded by fear Knowing the ambitions Of those most near Forming a clique Of family and tribe No one else Was allowed inside Then those others Who’s loyalty was bought Only available for cash Or for privileges bought So a pyramid of fear is quickly built Where suspicion pervades and ugly guilt Who will be next To feel his awful wrath? Better do as he says Not stray from that path And in the end Doing such heinous things Fearing one another And what suspicion brings If I don’t do it Now in this moment to you Someone higher will see What it is -I- do And then in your place I will surely then stand That is the nameless fear We all can understand And finally we reach a system Reflecting an evil complete Where the slightest humanity Cannot at all compete Where dictators rule No matter in which lands They control with lies and fear Making their demands Absolute obedience is required To his brutal rule And anyone against him Is called dangerous fool So it was with Pinochet And others of our “friends” Seeing their “goodness” In terms of what we defend So once was Saddam too As you will know A friend against Iran Our implacable foe All the million dead We talk about right now We helped to kill them And lay them all so low We gave Saddam Satellite images so clear Of where Iranians stood So he could then draw near His weapons to destroy The Iranian lines Often mere kids In those awful times Through the CIA Saddam had his day Giving lists for execution Politicians for elimination He was aided to power by American hands Provided with weapons Fulfilling his demands What Saddam did Was unforgiveable it’s true The savage terror he unleashed Such a horror to live through But there is one horror Of that time said bold That he didn’t do But we are often told He killed 5,000 Kurds At Halabja they say Said without doubt “It happened that way” Now Saddam IS a monster And guilty of SO much But this seems to be Not guilty of his touch If you read the CIA The Iraq expert of the time You will see it looks more Like a propaganda find The type of chemical weapons IRAN used killed them all In the battle for Halabja That came after its fall The Iranians had taken this Iraqi town While fighting raged around But the CIA chief says He saw the dead And all his conclusions Inescapably led To him saying quite sure The weapons used there Were IRANIAN WMD He saw them everywhere The symptoms and signs Point to this and NOT Iraq IRAN was to blame For the Halabja attack But of course Saddam Is STILL insane Such ugly suppression Just poured from his brain Saddam and Kuwait Had a long and bitter fight About oil and land And exactly what was right A fascist leader Saddam Sought conquest Like fascists in the past Just like all the rest Removed from Kuwait As he should The world wondered If then he would Have caused all this expensive action from the West If it had been only sand, not oil Would THAT have passed the test? After GW1 the Shia were urged Rise up now and fight Knowing Saddam would use Every little bit of his might To crush a rebellion That threatened all his power Using everything that he had To win that ugly hour America knows just how many dead Fall in a civil war Where no quarter is given In a killing fest of gore The U.S. let Saddam Use ‘copters to simply crush The Shia as they made Their useless tragic push The Shia were not merely walking Toward Saddam’s lines They were killing too Not only GUILTY Sunni whines Is it surprising That so many then were killed? Or that so many Mass graves were callously filled? When a brother fights brother Or in some Rwandan tribal fight Who really counts the cost? And who holds to what is right? The Shia’s puny force America made to feel Would get hard backing From strong U.S. steel But in the end they were left Just to suffer and to die And all that was left in the end Was a lonely Shia cry But kicked out Saddam had been And quite rightly too He was forced back to Iraq Bent and bloodied too Soon followed demands That he start to disarm To lay down his weapons And do no further harm Unknown to the uninformed He did in fact comply But Washington and London Then began to lie Sanctions came soon With quite another aim Regime change was now The REAL goal of the game Over 12 years in Iraq With no WMD there Sanctions were ever tightened To an endless despair 500,000 Iraqi kids Lost every innocent life As the U.S. and U.K sought Ever to contrive To ban almost everything To make life a living hell And these poor Iraqi kids Lost their lives as well And just as that country Was starting to climb back To a life more normal They came under our attack 9/11 Hit the U.S. hard All options were now open To the pre-emptive card Al Qaeda was now Our Enemy Number One And Afghanistan was first to fall Under the U.S. gun That left one other Clear villain in their sight Saddam Hussein they saw Could now be crushed by their might A target of convenience Virtually defenceless he stood Who cared if it was RIGHT to do this? Who cared if we SHOULD? The opportunity was there To do that awful thing Just that one small window To invade and then to bring Saddam falling down In one total shock attack To cook up “legal” reasons To smash a weak Iraq Blair convinced Bush To ask the U.N. Needing a moral fig-leaf Two determined men Also needing sanction To simply go ahead A war that would leave so many So disfigured and so dead You can say it was right A humanitarian war But for what are these Our precious laws then for? To protect the right Of a sovereign state Against those who see them With only a pure hate And then there’s the question If it was NOT for the oil…? All those kid’s lives were lost It makes our blood to boil No WMD No al Qaeda link No terrorist plot It all beigins to stink But the goal was decided On September 12th Containment plans Left up on the shelf Through their pretence and lies They thought they could easily weave A chance for them to destroy In a way we wouldn’t grieve For a system of law They cast aside Making it possible every day For so many to have died They said it was a new front On the “War on Terror” But it really wasn’t true It was a monumental error Now al Qaeda is stronger With a fierce cause in Iraq And does ANYONE really know Who’ll mount the LAST attack? So, Saddam faces trial This is so VERY good All ugly dictators Deserve this and truly SHOULD But as in a trial We must see the truth as a WHOLE Not only partial And then off to the gaol Many things will come out We must be ready to face Saddam’s ugly crimes it’s true But also homespun disgrace. Our help to him When we were friends Rumsfeld and his grins Achieving all HIS ends The CIA and its assistance On the killing fields Bringing Saddam to power To make Iranians yield Saddam is guilty Of much that is clear But an unfair trial We must surely fear That would only be More recruitment signs For the violent men and All their hellish designs Now we will all I hope get to see The true cost Of lies, death and misery From ALL sides These questions shout in fear How did we REALLY Get from THERE to HERE? [comments] => 2 [counter] => 175 [topic] => 41 [informant] => Steeleyes [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => political )
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