once upon a time

PLAYING IN THE DUST

PLAYING IN THE DUST

Another child dies, does anyone care.
Seven years of madness coming to an end?
Dust filled lane ways, lined in death. Sorrowful
Playgrounds of today, scream out their despair.
 
Will they remain our future when,
The greatest show on earth departs.  
Seven years of playing in the dust of
Our Iraqi homeland as American troops
Surged through, killing our fathers, brothers,
Sisters, and mothers - Obamas playgrounds
Belies his truth of "Secondary troops"...

He proclaims
His righteous wish to play only a secondary
Part in our playground of dust saying, i have
Got the ball it's mine, and I'm keeping it.
We will never see our homeland set free.

50,000 combatants playing with their eye
On the ball as it bounces between
Afghanistan,Iran,Iraq, and we the children who
Own the ball left to play in another
American dust bowl of lies, and perfidy.


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