The Times

They are going to hang Tikrit's favorite son soon.
In a region full of history,
Burned in time by blood and bombs
The death of one more is nothing new.



America, in all its infinite wisdom
Is the mantelpiece
To this burning blaze of infamy.

When will men realize
That fire with fire,
Bullets for bullets,
Bombs for bombs,
Mean nothing in the end?

Plato said it best,
“The only end of war man will see is death”
Still we roll on,
Full-breasted, spearing and slamming
Humanity to dust.