Three years into our Iraq adventure and we still can't seem to get it right...
Lacking The
Knack In Iraq
Iraq’s a splintered, fractured land
Of raging hostile locals,
Of feuding faiths and timeless hates,
Of frothing angry yokels.
So how is it, America
The world’s lone superpower,
Is mired here and must endure
Such convoluted glower?
Our strength lies in the big boy’s perk
To call shots by fiat,
Supporting roles in yahoo strife
For us ain’t where it at.
The Brits once played their own ‘great game’
In places like Iraq;
They played it cheap in lives and gold—
Alas, we lack the knack.
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