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The Victor
The war clouds had gathered Though no one paid heed Till lightening fell from the sky Shattering stone and steel Numbing the very heart Of a proud and righteous people— And out of the ashes There arose the phoenix Birthed out of the belly of furnaces By the hands of free laborers— It was indestructible by its stealth With a fire in its belly It brought shock and awe to the desert Delivering swift retribution Cutting the earth to the pits of hell— And we brought down the strong man's house Scattered death among his sons and daughters Across the eastern horizon— Jubilation erupted With shouts of joy Shouts of a job well done A victory secured For victory was seemingly caught And yet—remains fleetingly elusive— Saddam needed—nay Deserved to be brought down For his atrocities For his flagrant disregard of law For his iconic potential of danger— And now the might of the victor's powerful house Brought to bear on the spoiled house of Mohammed Will bring us what Victory Peace Pleasant streets on which to raise our children— We have rid the world of another tyrant And yet I fear we have sown the dragon's teeth From which shall spring forth A thousand tyrants— And I fear our children shall reap that harvest February 2007
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