Rebirth

Standing on the rubble

At the Center of World Trade

Was called for by forces that

Breached Freedom's fortress.

Crying, Hail Victory!

From the top of Lincoln's deck

Was all too early drunk

From Liberty's bitter chalice.

The fount of Freedom's

Quenching drink

When easily won

Is likewise cast away.

Now the Bush is gone

And Obama stands

Upon the scene

Of bloodied Iraqi streets.

Elections come and go.

Will the truth behind the scene

Prove the worst of Muslim nightmares

Or yield the fruit of Freedom's promise?

Get out the sooner now

Rather than complete the lie of later never.

Freedom begats responsibilites.

Let the world see Iraqi pride

And feel the glow of Iraqi independence.

Iraq is no puppet of any malevolence.

End the conflict. End the occupation.

Iraq has begun the peaceful struggles

That will adorn the mantle of its rebirth.