Killed in Iraq

My love in Iraq's desert lies,
Stares with broken eyes
At leaden skies
Because corrupt leaders
Told us brazen lies,
Thus, our people suffer and toil
So special interests
Can profit on wars and oil,
While our big wigs
Dodged defending our soil.

My love will never, ever return,
The flow of tears
Which fill my eyes still burn,
And every single morn
For him I yearn.

May this blessed nation
Rid itself soon from this
Republican Administration!

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2006 Alfred Charasz