A poem on Iraq
Dec. 4th, 2005 06:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
richardf8Sometimes I wonder
If George W. Bush wasn't told the whole truth:
That there were no WMD's in Iraq
That our accusations were a little game we played
By gentlemen's agreement
That our occasional bombings and strafings
Were a price he was willing to pay
To let his neighbors believe
Or wonder at least if
He was too dangerous to attack.
Sometimes I wonder
If he was told
And he just didn't give a damn
Eager perhaps, to rain fire and brimstone
Shock and awe
Upon Saddam and his Saddamists
To end the Saddamy there
Once and for all.
Sometimes I wonder
If, squirreled away in Syria
There aren't missiles
Avec au France
From Chinese parts
That could have flown far
Crossed Jordan
Remaining to be found
Hidden away
in a compact between tyrants
with a common goal.
We were rash, we were brash
We tipped our hand far too early
We did not draw
Our house was not full
When we called the bluff
And when we won
The pot was empty
Because no one else had raised
And now we'll never know
What the stakes were or might have been
or if there were any at all.
If George W. Bush wasn't told the whole truth:
That there were no WMD's in Iraq
That our accusations were a little game we played
By gentlemen's agreement
That our occasional bombings and strafings
Were a price he was willing to pay
To let his neighbors believe
Or wonder at least if
He was too dangerous to attack.
Sometimes I wonder
If he was told
And he just didn't give a damn
Eager perhaps, to rain fire and brimstone
Shock and awe
Upon Saddam and his Saddamists
To end the Saddamy there
Once and for all.
Sometimes I wonder
If, squirreled away in Syria
There aren't missiles
Avec au France
From Chinese parts
That could have flown far
Crossed Jordan
Remaining to be found
Hidden away
in a compact between tyrants
with a common goal.
We were rash, we were brash
We tipped our hand far too early
We did not draw
Our house was not full
When we called the bluff
And when we won
The pot was empty
Because no one else had raised
And now we'll never know
What the stakes were or might have been
or if there were any at all.
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Date: 2005-12-05 02:18 am (UTC)I should preface this by saying that my only acquaintance with X-Men is the first movie (but that's HeresiarchAZ's starting point, so we're OK) and I am not much interested in Superhero comics and therefore not terribly familiar with Stan Lee's ouevre.
However, I think HeresiarchAZ is grasping at straws. Lee needed an origin story for Magneto, so he reached out for the greatest horror of his generation for the necessary trauma, and, I think, threw in a bit of Stockholm Syndrome in imparting to Magneto that mutant-as-ubermann philosophy.
I would also be very cautious about deriving a political philosophy from a fictional work. Unless Lee has commented on the matter, and I have not turned up any evidence that he has, I would hesitate to ascribe an opinion to him one way or the other.