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By
then
Patriotic
pride
had
Forged
itself
down
deep
inside
Within
the
breasts
of
we
who
stood
to
fight
Our
nation
wed
defend
If
it
took
us
to
our
end
Mattered
not
for
why
we
joined
meant
doing
right
Off
to
staging
grounds
we
went
Determined
not
to
die
Focused
on
the
task
at
hand
Not
once
did
we
ask
why
The
cause
for
us
to
go
to
war
Was
more
than
certain
payback
for
A
cruel
attack
upon
our
land
A
terrorist
act
that
could
not
stand
But
then
again
it
could
have
been
The
dreaded
W
M
Ds
Yet
all
around
they
were
not
found
Despite
the
guarantees
Or
was
it
freedom
that
we
sought
For
those
who
lived
a
life
distraught
Surely
order
will
return
After
Saddams
been
caught
It
must
have
also
been
to
kill
Extremist
rebels
armed
with
will
What
right
have
they
to
guard
their
land
We
come
in
peace
please
understand
With
shock
and
awe
we
forged
ahead
Democracy
we
vowed
to
spread
Justice
for
all
became
our
cry
Shown
in
bullets
we
let
fly
Once
the
dust
had
finally
cleared
Such
shameful
dirty
truths
appeared
Contradictions
of
a
kind
That
cannot
leave
a
persons
mind
Wartime
profiteers
All
gave
the
President
three
cheers
They
knew
they
would
not
be
condemned
Cause
after
all
hes
one
of
them
By
design
the
storyline
Was
framed
to
then
falsely
assign
The
blame
away
from
those
who
cost
The
treasure
and
the
lives
now
lost
Resounding
faith
we
had
in
those
Who
told
us
where
to
find
our
foes
Yet
when
we
looked
we
found
instead
That
all
along
wed
been
misled
The
dots
were
there
for
all
to
see
Indeed
Mister
Defense
But
after
I
connect
them
All
the
stories
dont
make
sense
On
and
on
for
months
and
years
They
preyed
upon
citizens
fears
Making
all
the
people
scared
With
constant
threat
levels
declared
Then
they
poured
our
money
in
And
miles
away
felt
free
from
sin
Even
lives
were
too
outsourced
As
long
as
profits
were
enforced
Now
government
cant
pay
the
rent
Because
of
all
the
money
spent
Engaging
in
wars
without
end
A
mis-prioritizing
trend
We
look
to
see
what
side
theyre
on
And
find
were
nothing
more
than
pawns
They
use
to
make
themselves
well
off
They
take
our
money
while
they
scoff
Make
it
known
to
understand
The
blood
that
stains
the
desert
sand
Of
murdered
daughters,
sons,
and
friends
Ever
marks
The
Deciders
hands