Steel and glass birds of prey waiting patiently
Until unleashing precision-guided pandemonium
Spewing sand and stone and blood
Across the desert floor
Paving the way for sundry soldiers rooting through rubble
So that the dust and smoke will clear
To reveal a fresh, new democracy
Springing up like a weed through cracked concrete.
Draped in the flag as he cries to the crowd,
"This for the safety of our great nation!"
Reflecting a moment, rephrasing his thoughts:
"This to avenge those 5,000 Kurds."
A short, final pause, and our mission is clear:
"This for the freedom of our swarthy little friends."
As Pyongyang prepares
Sultans and sheiks smirk
The dark continent seethes
The graying guerilla ruminates
And behind our great leader
Fading away like after-images
Burned onto closed eyes
Are the ghosts of Tiananmen Square.
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