poem.

A Poem about the Iraq War

April 9th was the first time we entered
We invaded and never gave it back
Our purpose was to find weapons,
But that was what we lacked.
Some soldiers went too far,
Iraqi's tortured, civilians dead.
Financial costs off the charts,
And refugees deprived and unfed.
American bodies shipped home,
Their families had much to lose.
More and more are being killed everyday
So sit down and ask, what's the use?

HAHAHHAHAH can't get any lamer than that, dog.