What A Hero
He sends our soldiers off to war.
We're not sure what they're fighting for.
We're not happy, neither are they;
He told us that we're there to stay.
Forcing our death' tolls continued rise,
All of which is cleverly disguised,
Under the name of Liberation.
He tells us it's time for celebration.
"The war is over; it's almost to an end!"
Notice that we haven't left. I guess its lies again.
Iran is now in his sights.
It's the start of a brand new fight.
All this power in his hands,
Helps to fuel his grander plans.
He's a Hero in these dark times.
Oh wait. He started them. Never mind.
A/N: Again another poem from my old writing class. This one needs a little explanation. We were told to write a poem that would be a tribute to those fighting in the war. However when I wrote this poem Bush was still president and had been making noises about attacking Iran. So instead of writing the poem the way my teacher had wanted, I sort of turned it into a chance to burn Bush who I'd never liked.