Dear Mr. President,
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Writing down this letter due to the ravages of your greed
Children bleeding on the street, dead bodies on concrete
Shattered hopes of a dismantled society and for what?
About the atrocious cruelty, I cannot keep my mouth shut
Don’t you hear the screams at night, haunting your dreams?
You did not free the Iraqi people, just switched regimes
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Maybe that black, precious oil blinded your eyes from truth
Because of your lies, soldiers out there wasted their youth
Don’t you hear the millions of prayers by their loved ones?
Maybe your ears have been deafened by the sound of guns
This war isn’t about justice or freedom, it’s about foolish pride
Firmly walking in daddy’s footsteps but despised worldwide
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Houses turned to ruins, children to corpses, life to death
Your hands covered with crimson blood that’s been shed
Wiping it off with tons of green papers you earning now
Such an obdurate creature, without problem you disavow
Just ignoring helpless pleads of an innocent population
People like us but were born on an unfortunate location
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The realization of biggest fears resulting in salty tears
Yet our soft shrieks seem to be falling in deaf ears
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The world