Hello Mr Bush.

Hello Mr Bush.

A Poem by Sherratt133

A congressional house, foundations made of lies.
Filled to the brim, with long dead dreams.
Bomb shelters dot the landscape, lying in wait.
Your society is quaking in it's boots, splitting at the seams.

The damage your leader done is irrepairable.
You can't justify a war, But you'll find an excuse.
Onwards to battle in your desert jeeps, ready to slaughter.
Your country only knows brute force and power abuse.
Terrorism was a word crafted to instill fear.
Used to maintain the herd mentality.
Bush stayed in for another four year.
Liberation of Iraq? Acquired through brutality.
Your towers fall, thousands dead, waiting for vengeance.
The nation stands on defcon three, in the wake of nine eleven.
All out war is assured, when a country with oil's involved.
Your nation lead by a monkey, who started an age of aggression.
Fighting fire with fire, meeting violence with more.
Like toy soldiers, falling face first in the sand.
To liberate the desert land rich with resources.
Bring along a scapegoat nation, Blair was near to hand.
Terrorism was a word crafted to instill fear.
Used to maintain the herd mentality.
Bush stayed in for another four year.
Liberation of Iraq? Acquired through brutality.
The Geneva conventions were torn apart and pissed on.
These are our prisoners, They attacked the USA.
Stripped of all dignity, humiliated beyond belief.
Tortured in a new Auschwitz, Your Guantanamo Bay.
He played with the lives of millions, no care in the world.
Blood was a currency, Soldiers despensable.
He hid his blatant ruthlessness behind false concern.
He will be tried for his crimes, what he did is indefensible.
Terrorism was a word crafted to instill fear.
Used to maintain the herd mentality.
Bush stayed in for another four year.
Liberation of Iraq? Acquired through brutality.

© 2012 Sherratt133


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Sherratt133
Sherratt133

Peterborough, Cambs, United Kingdom



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