To the tune of: The Battle Hymn of the Republic <br /> <br />- <br /> <br />Mine eyes are wide and whitening in the recess of the dark. <br />They are still and fixed and staring and will shine no more a spark. <br />In dread of merely dying has my life traced out it's arc, <br />Will death yet set me free? <br /> <br />Gory! Gory! War is murder! <br />The bridge of hope has lost her girders. <br />Oh Gloria, you should have heard her <br />Cry of misery. <br /> <br />I've been FBI and CIA, a gruff DEA narc. <br />In the jungles of Columbia I fought the fiercest FARC. <br />We employed the smart technologies in our hunting of the Snark. <br />And the game we played was war! <br /> <br />Gory! Gory! War is murder! <br />Gory! Gory! War is murder! <br />Gory! Gory! War is murder! <br />And peace our victory. <br /> <br />So we planned this operation as a fine stroll in the park; <br />We'd cut out the poisonous canker as the eagle doth the lark. <br />Though we stumble and we falter we will always leave our mark, <br />And write new history. <br /> <br />We'll impose the new world order where our bites' worse than our bark. <br />We will gamble with the future like a circling vulture shark. <br />We are all the common soldier in the hell-hole that's Iraq, <br />And that's the mystery. <br /> <br />Glory! Glory! How much further, <br />Can you wreck a country to convert her? <br />It's the same old story – yet absurder, <br />In this new century! <br /> <br />Gory! Gory! War is murder! <br />Gory! Gory! War is murder! <br />Gory! Gory! War is murder! <br />In this new century! <br /> <br />-<br /><br />David SmithWhite<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-alternate-battle-hymn/
