Iraq Oh Bomb-ah
by gnimbley the gnome

Black man wins our hearts
Promises an end to war
Things remain the same

A seed planted deep
Promises are like cherries
Ripe and then soon sour

Why we ever thought
Killing them would win their hearts
When's that ever worked?

While awaiting change
Maybe a little bitching
Would do us some good

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Published: 9/3/09   ·  Author's Page   ·  Next Poem