Another Christmas In Iraq And Afghanistan.
Another Christmas In Iraq!
on December 13, 2009 © -MFB III-
Sandy claws will emerge
from a chimney of smoke
bearing gifts of flame and death
as more young men get
bagged and make it
home in time for Christmas.
All boxed up neatly
and wrapped in
red, white and blue
they'll be laid lovingly
beneath pine trees
in Arlington as honored guests.
Stockings will be filled
three times a week
with one foot
and one stump
as twenty-something boys
hobble off to bed.
As offenses mount in Afghanistan
and men remain to maintain bases in Iraq
thousands more will being sent to make
palm trees their tannanbaum
decorated with tracers
and pieces of flesh
Insurgents will be packaging
little surprises all along
the pathways to the those
"Little towns of death-mayhem!"
how still our young boys will lie
above that deep and dreamless sleep
as their silenced souls fly by.
Tiny babies burned
will be washed in the tears of
the grieving mothers
seeking their lost babes
and wailing, "What child is this?"
Haliburton will change it's name to
holly-burned 'em for the holidays
and overcharge a little more
for each soldiers Christmas dinner!
God/Allah will sit in his heavens
and shrug his shoulders
at this so called holy war
where both sides kill in his name
with neither understanding
that he sent his only son
to die for a much nobler cause
over two thousand years ago.
of course they were still fighting back then
in Baghdad and along the Tigris.
He died to give men free will
a choice over good and evil
and some choose to kill one other
for the will to be free of the right choices.
After a couple thousand
or more dead men later
and a couple of hundred thousand
or more dead Iraqis, both the innocent and guilty
some Christmas may finally bring home our boys
at least all of those who are not slain.
They will joyously fly home
shouting "hooorah, hoorah hoorah!!!"
on jet fueled sleighs
bearing a temporary peace.
Each carrying the hopes that
some "Silent night, Starless night"
all across this troubled planet
in the distant daze ahead
where we might all once again
simply "sleep in heavenly peace."
But for now it's another hapless holiday
for so many souls caught up in the ugliness
of this season of war.
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