Operation Desert Storm

Our hourly quota of death, lies and scandal

Oh really! Another bomb, another rape, another vandal

This is getting predictable, so boring, so parse

Human nature. Why is it that we can be so nasty?

But recently though our thoughts have turned,

To a region, the enemy so traditional and old

From crusades throughout history,

To part A in ninety-one

“Now son finish the job”, What was that? Vietcong!

Look Dad! Look at me! See what I have achieved,

Thousands wounded, hundreds dead and many bereaved

A war so necessary? So bloody, so illegal

Now the excuses flow: WMD, that’s feeble

To a nation so scared, so confused, so oppressed

Dictators, religions, no wonder their stressed

Another time, another way, it might be different, if only

Enjoyed the stay, lovely tan. Lots of love Tony

Copyright © Ian Boyd 2004