They're dancing in the streets tonight as statues tumble down.
They spit upon the head of he who once had worn the crown.
The Baghdad night is filled with voices screaming with elation
As young and old join hands to celebrate their liberation.

I thought of writing something clever - cute things I could say
Like "Saddam Hussein and Little Miss Muffett had 'curds in their whey' "
But somewhere in the USA a mother mourns her son
And Basra mothers cry for theirs, now silenced by the gun.

Some British eyes won't see again dear England's countryside.
The desert sand will mark the final place they fought and died.
Some cities lie in ruins - many lives in turmoil lay.
When war comes calling there are prices many people pay.

Our history is filled with wars - it's always been that way.
Can they be justified or not? Well, I'm not one to say.
I'd like to dream that men could live with rationality
But, when that trait is absent, war becomes necessity.

The stories now come out of torture and brutality,
The executions, murders, rapes the world chose not to see.
Although there will be growing pains to reach democracy
At last the people who have lived in terror are now free.

I'll view results with somber mood - my hands will not applaud.
I'll say prayers for the soldiers on both sides who live with God.
I'm satisfied that what was done had needed to be done
But, as in every war there is, nobody really won.

I'm happy for Iraqi people and their liberation
They've earned the right to raise their voices loud in celebration
Yet, somewhere in my mind, I seem to hear a small voice say,
"The world will never be the same as it was yesterday."

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(this poem was not writtenas pro or anti-American, nor as pro or anti-war and, hopefully, it will not invite comments of that kind. It is simply a portrait of what my bittersweet feelings are as I watch events unfold nightly on my tv)