A Journal for Western Man-- Issue XI
Upon the Inception of the War of Iraqi Liberation
G. Stolyarov II
You, despot, have in apathy long basked,
Faced with a world that never asked
For causes of your country�s blight
And your negating every right
Within the sacred realm of man.
The world was blind to your oppression,
Of brave dissenters your suppression,
Of guiltless women theft and rape,
Modernity�s primeval ape,
Hitler reborn mixed with the Taliban.
Conceding and equivocating,
The councils all manipulating,
You were on nuclear possession�s brink,
To terrorism a crucial link,
Yet pragmatists your dangers have ignored.
Afraid of destabilization,
The decadents had let you keep your station,
Your throne on skulls and entrails standing,
Your presence base subservience demanding,
Your rule to power�s heights by them restored.
Sanctions self-sparked, and children starving,
Death�s elite guards brutally carving
Their way into the Kurdish realm with blood,
What once had breathed now choked by mud,
Those were the hallmarks of your reign.
But, dictator, your time has ended,
And fiery streams have from the skies descended,
And titans wage their quest by land,
Purging all traces from the wind-worn sand
Of that monstrosity, Saddam Hussein.
G. Stolyarov II is a science fiction novelist, independent philosophical essayist, poet, contributor to Enter Stage Right Internet Magazine, writer for Objective Medicine, and Editor-in-Chief of The Rational Argumentator. He can be contacted at [email protected].
