From the bowels of the White House

To the furnace of Downing Street

A cabal of over-charged warlords

Went plotting, scheming, hatching

A battle plan to weed out

The Ogre of Baghdad.

Their lust for din and gore

Unsatiated from the Gulf War

Is rekindled with howling frenzy

As the unfinished work

Must seen to be completed

In a grandmother of all battles.

The father of the Gulf War

Smarting from business uncompleted

Sees vistas of opportunities

For shedding blood profusely

In my son he trusts to fulfil

A task with more rain of death.

With cowboy dash of bravado

Spiced up with Texas belligerence

The gunslingers with haughty strides

Straddle the world stage

"Yoo-hoo! Bloody tyrant!

"Your days are numbered."

Puffs of holy smoke

Snake above the Atlantic

English cousins espy

Wispy trails bespeaking

A grand alliance be forged

For another rousing campaign.

The fiendish-scarred eagle soars

The roguish lion roars

Capitol Hill turns hawkish

Mother of Parliament puckish

"Gee-haa!" gallops brazen George

"By George! Let's go!" exudes Tony.

Nations united stand helpless

No bones to their back

A vocal spectator ceaseless

With their brains they rack

Peace formulae stripped bare

Of all meaning and relevancy.

Soused with burger arrogance

Tippled with cider pride

Brothers in steel armour

See everywhere littered

Innocence maimed, hopes crushed

Freedom from terror misused.

Toll the bell for liberty

But so hollow is victory

One Man stamped out

But no joy in this rout

For seeds of terror

Sprout in spirally horror.