Driving a Luxury Car in Baghda

The roads are still too bumpy When new tires roam Over ruins of old palaces And the new scattered bones Of uncounted death A Ford, a BMW A Mercedes, a Honda A spanky Cherokee The fresh paints Of cyan and magenta Smell, for a second, Almost like blood shed For nothing! Money grows faster Than the new graves In this civilized world! American dollars are still Among the beloved in hell We are good at forgetting Good at following orders Rather than the cries of women And their infants Whose legs were too weak And slow to run From the rain of bombs Which ironically also come From the sky above Where is said God dwells Brothers & sisters, Democracy is coming!! ----LTG, 7/20/04