The twin towers fell in New York City,
and the transit,
everyday people died.

They worship a god,
We worship the dollar.

Why is my country at war?

Born from the earth we all so feel
said, "...nothing really here to steal."

my daddy has no legs.
do you know why?

We are grateful to the man
who made this possible.

I care about Iraq
and twice,
I am a fool for "writing whinning poetry" about same.

Now, in the purity of spirit
our dreams are a tad distilled
by the essence of ourselves.

I hate this war-
I got no legs now
lost them somewhere

As I pen to pen,
I applaud any American
who voices their voice.

Many men have died
in wars of yesteryear,
to proclaim:

"Democracy in 'our' time!"

as the bullets fly,
and the bombs go off,
as people die,
President Pan is still listening to Tinker Bell,

today,
yes today
a queen was killed,

I played chess as a child
and in this I learned,
a soldier is a pawn,
no disrespect in that,
just is is all.

I have a love,
she is sweet,
lips,
brother,
made me sing,
"know what I mean?"

This thing we must do
Like swatting an annoying mosquito
We must dispatch in order to survive.

it was good then,
after the old wars.
but today,
today...

We wanted it,
the W.M.D.'s?
we needed them,
it was payback time
for 9/11!

Child?!
Pure and sweet...

I look across the alleyway,
the boys still play games as old men dictate,
why we should, "stay the course."

I don't have a crystal stair case,
hell,
I have tac's on my floors

Oh yes,
you...
the war you said?
...what war?!

Iraq is just a place to lay my teeth,
like wars past,
all the medals of valor
mean but one thing:

This expression,
sadly~
I know all too well.