Debt Collector: time spent in Iraq

Each village now all looks the same,
difference how many dead.
This time Al-Qaeda hacked off their arms
most men have lost their head.

The children are all crying
for their mothers dear.
As I walk among their dead
their screams painful to hear.

A soldiers not to show his tears
sometimes their hard to hide.
When masses huddle in the dirt
not caring Im on their side.

Passing by as a machine,
programmed Search n Destroy
While citizens invoke free speech,
Wars for Oil and me a Toy.

If I never had shown up
How many more would die?
Bodies hang in stadiums,
piles rotting where they lie.

So dont expect me to show up
at home, oh no, not yet.
I have unfinished business here
Im collecting on a debt

Copyright 2003 Ronald J. Edwards