They started a war - a war in my name

the truth - they had to bend it;

they tore out the heart of integrity’s soul

now who will come to mend it?

Attackers came forth from the land of the sand

with a plot that the West vowed to foil.

They went to off war in freedom’s name

but the sand was not free from the oil.

The men in the suits in the sleek Cadillacs

looked out to the men in the dust

they saw primitive values and uncouth ways

and their arrogance scarce hid disgust..

In the land of the Burger obese with right

and drunk with the power to bring "hope"

those hands, soiled and grasping, thrown wide to express

their phenomenal military scope.

They marshaled their regiments hardware and kit,

shipped out to the fabulous East;

the Forces of Freedom would soon be on hand

come-uppance to bring to The Beast.

But unknown to the mind of these conquering Lords

there’s a beast in the heart of all men,

apparently vanquished by culture’s veneer

yet ready to spring out again.

In that prison these men from the Land of the Free

in contempt for the men of the sand

let loose the fell beast to torment and defile

bringing shades of the past to that land.

They say ‘this too shall pass’, and in fullness of time

we will wonder just what it was for,

while thousands will live out their bleak shattered lives

awaiting another Just War.