Upon a trail of
a darkened past.
The true light
just began to glow.
The soldiers
fell in their path.
Changing
forever their envisioned goal.
The mighty have
a future so clear.
Oppression and
devastation became their throne.
The ‘king’s’
mighty hand not opposed.
Submission a
doorstep for their foe.
As a poor man,
bridled with shame.
Treachery now
seeking their ultimate doom.
Impressive
power, hands drenched in blood.
Not clearly
showing the intended goal.
The illusion of
a liberating force.
All must yield
as a puppet on strings.
Pleased with
outcome of their might.
As graves lined
prostrate before them all.
Voracity and
supremacy the trophy won.
Challengers
powerless as stricken with fright.
Power driven an
addict to control.
The innocent’s
crime is only fear.
Illation
adrenalin in their veins.
Iraq not their
only goal?
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