The Bombs Falling on You Are Friendly


The Bombs Falling on You Are Friendly

By Rosemary Evans

How it must annoy and fluster

To be killed by bombs called cluster,

By your own side, land so free,

Bringing real democracee!

When to smash Iraq you're trying

(Yet through Yankee bombs you're dying)

And to feel the ghastly thwack

Of a bomb meant for Iraq.
In the horrid hideous hell

— Smoking bomb and shrieking shell —

Please forgive a little error,

Please try to control your terror,

Remember, just as you expire,

It's friendly, friendly, friendly fire!

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