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Song from the Abu Grabe Party

by Bruce W Niedt

Dance, dance, dance,<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" />

naked raqi, prance.

Let us take a photo of you

whle weve got the chance.

 

Flinch, flinch, flinch,

do those electrodes pinch?

Now well have some fun because

theyve given us an inch.

 

Cry, cry, cry,

yes, we could make you die.

You dont know where <?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" />Mecca is,

so dont pray, just dont try.

 

Plead, plead, plead,

its all we really need.

You wanna eat? Renounce your ways,

then well choose who to feed.

 

Bend, bend, bend,

youll get it in the end.

You look like Death in that black hood,

hell be your newest friend.

 

Spill, spill, spill,

youll talk; well break your will.

Geneva rules? A load of crap;

well put you through the mill.

 

Crawl, crawl, crawl,

well chain you to a wall.

Well make you wish you were not born;

hows that for shock and awe?

05/11/2004

Author's Note: [This is not meant as an indictment of our fighting forces abroad, the majority of whom I am sure are honorable and respectable people. But all I could think of after seeing those photos was: if our own people were treated like this, I\'d be shocked and outraged. Instead, I am shocked, outraged... and ashamed....]

[P.S.: Just after I posted this, I learned of the brutal execution of American Nick Berg by al-Qaida operatives. Looks like we just upped the ante, folks....]

Posted on 05/11/2004
Copyright © 2026 Bruce W Niedt

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Rula Shin on 05/12/04 at 11:28 PM

:-( Wonderful poem Bruce!

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