A day in the life of an Iraqi
Bomb me humanly
Terrorise me with democracy
McDonaldise me when I hunger.
Destroy my country
to save it!
The old stench of fascism
is being blown away
by the
new stench of fascism.
Uncontrolled B52 joy flights
That sweet, heavy steel rain.
This is nothing,
compared to the destruction
The vultures from the World Bank
will unleash
As soon as the liberators
stop killing me.
Trevor Thomas
From Â鶹´«Ã½ Weekly, March 16, 2005.
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