Your Iraq spells Vietnam
and all the books of history
yes all your films and veterans
in vain
The cry of sanity and peace
in blue wide grinning sky
when spring 2003 killed hope
‘cause April blossom carried arms
and bombs and devastation
Quiet!
Your Iraq smells Vietnam
no luck no peace no victory
but fresh hot oil in cheaper cans
In pains
the beast howls off the leash
Killed in vain
so many thousands have gone by
bullets, bombs, starvation, rope
and desert air is shrill alarms
All wrong and war’s dictation
Silence!
Your Iraq bells Vietnam
one sound so far from glory
that creeping through all media runs
in shame
and takes what it can seize
Grilled in vain
on shiny reason’s tight knit tie
high on proper propaganda dope
and monger’s warring charms
What helpless desperation
Listen!
Your Iraq tells Vietnam
A tale so dark and hoary
that overspills all borders and all clans
in chains
of unknown brutal Western breeze
Milled their reign
in bloody sands that’ll never dry
but crackling creep from slope to slope
No oasis lives without grieved harms
and protest and resistance eat frustration
Mind!
Your Iraq hells Vietnam
Hush, hush!
