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truthaddict11
31st January 2003, 22:45
Iraq
"Vengeance is mine, I will repay... if your enemies are hungry. feed them; if they are thirsty, give them something to drink; for by doing this you will heap burning coals on thier heads."
Romans 12: 19-20

Males and one woman
sip coffee mornings in the White House,
talk of desires about Iraq.
For ten years
Less-than-Elected-Vice-President Cheney
evolves The Plan,
the Empire of the United States of America

Empire building requires "pre-emptive strikes"
When is the strategic time to promote a stike against Iraq?
Not Summer,
not with Less-than-Elected-President Bush vactioning in Crawford,
ensconced in his golf cart,
quipping "crawfished" about Saddam Hussein.

"From a marketing point of view,"
says the White House Chief of Staff,
"you dont introduce new products in August."

Oil waits in the Iraqi womb,
second biggest oil field in the earth.

Think of the Oklahoma bombing.
Whom did the bomber call "Collateral Damage"?
Children.
Think of bombing and invading Iraq.
Half of Iraq's population
CHILDREN.

Maxwell Corydon Wheat Jr.
Email: [email protected]

Permission Given To Use This Poem With Author Credit

(Edited by truthaddict11 at 5:46 pm on Jan. 31, 2003)