Bleeding billions
                Hundreds of Americans
                Many thousand of Iraqis maimed or killed

                Museums -- destroyed
                Antiquities -- leveled
                A country in chaos
                Torture, dying, death

                All over but declarations
                Of democracy, stability, security
                As marines lie bleeding in the dirt
                Killing each other
                For target practice, sport and
                Insanity

                It is bloodletting time
                In the land of oil, honey and exotica
                The killing fields are manned by troops
                American voices hear the call
                Let freedom ring

                I hide my head, my bruised hands
                Twisted in anger
                Nightmarish sweats

                I cannot pretend
                To blind belief
                I see the young marine
                In Iraqi anonymous dung and dirt
                Dazed, bloody, lost

                

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