Here's a poem I wrote a while back:
Liberation
Look into my candid eyes,
Listen to my candid lies,
I want you to understand.
The finer prospect I have planned,
Cities shake and shiver with thunder,
From fears of war and bombs’ blunder,
Sagging buildings against fiery flames,
Howling jets and scathing planes,
Hysterical men and children screams,
Sodden soil with streaking blood.
Inside the steel womb of my mind,
Our conscience lies deaf, dumb and blind,
Like a poverty stricken African child,
Don’t fret about death terror or
destruction,
For the oil here will pay for
reconstruction,
I bomb with love not with hate,
For we come not to slay but to liberate.