Upon the War in Iraq (By Mr. Rice) Upon the War in Iraq (By Mr. Rice) The time has come for thunderbolts Of steel from the sky. It is now right that murderers Instead of children, die. They have forged chains and thumbscrews while We have made pleas and threats. The portraits of the killer smile But he must pay his debts. A mountainside is split in two, His coward legions fall. His shackled cities fade from view Beneath a smoky pall. Armored treads sound in the street, The tanks are not his own. He has bid many to be slain. He’ll face his death alone. Cineas told Pyrrhus that “Rome has a thousand heads.” And Rome was a republic, strong After that king was dead. The tyrant butchers live in fear And we go on and on. A century shall find us here And every tyrant gone. Our carriers loom off his coast. Our bombers fill his skies. And brave, skilled men with stealthy tread Prepare his grim surprise. Grant, and Sherman, Patton, Greene Have taught us to make war. We now pick up their legacy And free the world once more. |
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