Faintly my thoughts return
To trace the promissory scene
The Fallouja reception
In honor of the Fellowship of Liberation and Peace
Patiently I search for signs
Of the promised democracy
Among the footprints and remains
Of a feasting theocracy
Blankly I see piles of Arabs
Foreigners, Islamists, Mujahideen
Terrorists they swear
Dead
Softly I start to embalm
Corpses of nightmares to come
Like napalm
Fueling history’s tram
For what peace is sworn
In an angelic form
But capital spent
Without Satan’s dissent?
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