''Mother of All Wars''

Many a solider has shed his life’s
blood to protect the principles
of the Red, Whit and Blue,
and for me you.

We should never take those
principles for granite, are
mock those men who’s
helped save this planet.

They came from all walks of life.
Soldiers one in all, they stood tall,
and meet all the menacing calls.

Now our young men are called once again.
The winds of war blowing
a bitter tyrant’s sin.

In pursuit of this evil man so mad,
across the hot desert sands they’ll
march all the way to Baghdad.

And once and for all, they will
teach this tyrant what the
"Mother of all wars"
is really called.

Jackie R. kays
Copyright…2003

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