Meltdown in Modern Mesopotamia

I pledge allegiance to the flag…

Of the united states of…

Iraq!

Take it back!

One last chance to grab the stash, Jack.

You think it’s grand,

But it’s a flash in the pan

A wave of the hand,

A snap… of command.

It was Al-Qaeda that attacked this land,

But there ain’t enough crude or power

In Afghanistan!

But going back

Back…

Back…

Back in time,

Before this grind,

Before we were blind,

Before there were words

for hijack, murder, or crime…

The same place was called the Cradle of Civilization.

They had the world’s first irrigation,

The “skill” of domestication

But then comes the rise,

The rise of compli-cation.

Only three accepted prophets and their inspir-ations,

But following is the divide of religious interpre-tation.

Political affiliation

And ally association

And some weird combination

Is supposed to figure out which ones get to be called

Nations!

The modern Mesopotamia

now lies in shreds of degredation,

It’s principles deemed beyond salvation,

Not even worthy of American appropri-ation!

Only the inundation

Of our war-like consternation

And the media’s constant disinformation.

Misled reservations,

Too much litigation,

No attempt at legislation

To keep the once-fertile crescent from devastation

Brought on by our full-scale

INVASION!!

“Na weapons here, na weapons there…

Maybe thir unda th’ table or behind dem chairs.”

Hahaha...arrrg!

The room cracked up,

But not many else did

Making light of why he took their own kids

Caressed the world through spin,

Promised it’d be over before it even begins.

Never fighting,

Yet they did somehow always win.

…Until now!

Until deception frowns,

Until there’s a slip of the crown,

A reason to doubt

An unexpected way out,

Finding new ways to shout.

The public’s dissenting eyebrow

Is getting too strong to hold down!

Let our ideas abound,

Fly through the air as we finally speak them out.

Let float all around,

Implant in the ground,

Grow into everything that resounds with a sound.

We must continue to do all we can

To undermine these shady shenanigans,

Make new plans

New ways to take a stand

Throw up our hands because a new wave just began.

And then maybe,

Just maybe,

We can finally stop braking our promise

To the place once known as

The Promise Land!