The Gulf in War

Oil or strife, is it worth all these lives
Festering carnage, thriving flies
Who's to say the region is fine
The old cliche, it will take some time

Lets scroll back to August 90
Iraq in Turmoil, to Saddam's insanity
Economic sanctions to economy draining 
Richness to want, from Kuwait's gaining

Over the border the Iraqi's spill
Fill their pockets, take their fill
No respect to those who fall
Under Saddam, they have a ball

How weak they are, hostages they take
Sweep aside all in their wake
Cowards they are, and prove to be
Working to Saddam's insanity

On the apron, there appears to be
An Airliner, British Sovereignty
As they disembark to the airport lounge
They let them speak, propaganda sound

Governments meet to discuss this crisis
OPEC panic, their oil prices
Battle groups, now summoned again
More despair, more bloody pain

In the Gulf are assembled so
Carrier groups, awaiting to go
F18's from the US of A
Load their bombs and have their say
British Tornado's, strafing troops
Falling dead in drunken stoops

Desert warfare for the Western World
Not seen since, Rommel's skill
Their training and will, are put to the test
Republican guard to be their best

Invasion set, mechanics roll
To free Kuwait, the Ultimate goal
Coalition troops start their advance
Iraqi conscripts, no hell of a chance

Encroaching armies, from the Western World
Mimicing Rommel, with his Desert skill
Driving the enemy from their plunder
To feel the wrath of organised thunder

Kuwaiti's Liberated, February 2001
A few months after it all began
Infidels wiped, from their floor
Infidels not here no more

Conscripts, possible Republican Guards
Down death highway in stolen cars
F18,s from the USA, soar above to have their say
Screeching down like hungry birds
This mile of carnage, will soon be heard
The plumes of death, rise to the sky
Iraqi families will wonder why
On this point it must be said
On Saddam's head, his Nationals dead

The clear up operation has just began
Burning Oil wells, cloudy towns
Choking fumes will last for months
Invading Kuwait, was not top trumps

Peace regained in Kuwait City
Where in fact it should always be
Biblical invasions of other races
Never thought i would view those places

Watching the news March 2003
I see Iraq on my TV
Discussions aplenty on WMD
Wait till tomorrow, and i will see

Tomorrow comes, and lo and behold
WMD, Weaponry -  Middle East stranglehold
Chemical Scuds, conventional too
What will Saddam's madness do

Visions of - Gulf No 1
Burning wells under our lovely sun
OPEC panic, its not their day
Millions of guns back out to play

Armada's sailing, many ships
RFA's -  make many trips
Tomahawk's, 2000 pounders
Shake the earth, humans thunder
Tommo's screech across the sky
Where they land, there's sure to die
The innocents will have their say
As Western Armament's have their play

Journalists report on the horrors of war
What the Hell are we fighting for
A barrel of Oil, a bucket of sand
Its not a reality i can understand

Coalition forces encroach on cities
Where Saddam's men showed no pity
These were his people, they should be alive
As all countries, should live and thrive

His previous demean, to his Children and men
Like gassed Basra, deathly den
Chemical Ali, on the order of he
Despicable happenings, in their own country

Baghdad, capital of mythical age
Bruised and battered by modern rage
Rockets and bullets falling like rain
Killing and maiming, screams of pain

BBC, Fox News - CNN
Reporting whats right, is it right for them
Troops a searching, for the reasons there their
Weapons of MAD, who actually cares

Hidden away in deserts of sand
Chemical weapons, poisonous glands
Scud launchers, with conventional heads
Israeli people, cant sleep in their beds
What gives Iraqis, some Arabs too
To do the things, we see they do
Is it scriptures past, transcribed through the years
Now on our doorsteps, forgotten fears

Through CIA Intelligence in 2002
Drew the path, US troops move through
Down the gun barrelled highway, enemies so few
Insurgents not many, taken out as they do
Abraham's spray, their bullets so fair
To take down the Guard, who should stop us there

Invasion in place, Marco Polo would say
Like Hannibal, they all have their day
Should they be here, in our country i say
Where will they be tomorrow, i can only pray

Depression, suppression of the Iraqi people
Call for the brave, no longer feeble
Statues down of their once ruler
No longer reigns, no population puller

Uday, Qusay the tyrants sons
No longer on power, now the weak ones
The search goes on to find their dad
In tunnels and bunkers below Baghdad
Operation Red Dawn, captured a want
His name Saddam, not worth the font
His reputation, now no longer a curse
This Iraqi nation, pray fully past their worse

Let me take you back to 45
Berlin fallen, families died
But proud Germans, despised their leaders
To write a new, gain worthy readers

Back to Iraq, as the forces cement
Sunni and Shia - Kurds will repent
Sadly not true, as markets ask
Suicide bombers, an impossible task
To police each person, on any given day
Won't stop their carnage as they like to play

Kalashnikov, Bullets and RPG
The currency of war, as countries will see
And to be truthfully honest, how do we repair
Stay at home watch TV, thank god I'm not there

The lines below are not errors by me
They are indeed tears, of the fallen you see
It beggars belief, to open ones eyes
As another race, just wants to despise
As History has shown, whether neighbour or friend
I doubt Human Race will ever buck the trend
We will continue to kill, maim do or die


No Color or Relgion, Ever Stopped a Bullet from a Gun
I heard on the news
Another two are lost
That makes 206
Is there, a whatever the cost
We are there to assist
A country so reft
Inner fighting
To help the rest of the left
Guerrilla warfare
Tactically strong
Thousands of miles
Where we don't belong
The people we vote in
Would they go in their place
To show their people
Dying is no disgrace
I will never allow
My children to fight
A war so improper
A conflict not right
To show our presence
As we parade their land
A remote explosion
Blown up on demand
How can we serve
A regime so unfair
They can starve their women
Because he can't have her there
To fight for their freedom
As they fight themselves
The decision should be made
To save ourselves
The Russians failed
So now we try
Coalition troops
In daily die
The modern wars
Will always be run
No color or religion
Ever stopped a bullet from a gun


Stalag Luft III ( Stammlager Luft )
Let me take you back
To 1942
In Sagan ( Zagan ) Poland
In World War II
Their was built a camp
For prisoners of war
Primarily Air Force
Heroes galore
The site was selected
To escape them tunnelling 
Deterring their efforts
In freedom funnelling
Forward we move
To March 1944
A tunnel called " Harry "
These servicemen bore
On a moonless night
March 24th
The crawled through the tunnel 
To escape to go forth
To assist their escape
Air raid sirens wailed
The camps lights went dim
To the steps they scaled
Ten in the first hour
Escaped to the trees
Seventy six in total
From Stalag Luft free
The seventy seventh
Was seen emerging from the ground
The guards in alert
As the tunnel was found
The escaped seventy six
To the railway station they went
But confusion arose
For the paths they were meant
Not knowing where to go
They all missed their train
Some stayed for the next
While others walked the terrain
What befell the escaped
My words will speak
The search by the Germans
In prisoner seek
Two Norwegians
Made it to Sweden
A Dutch man through France
To Spain was his freedom
When news of this broke
Hitler was incensed
Orders were issued
For Artur Nebe to dispense
Fifty were herded
Onto trucks for their return
But they stopped at a clearing
For their fate to be learned
As they disembarked the trucks
To stretch their legs
Spandau's and Schmeisser's
Sprayed them with lead
The news of these deaths
Left our Parliament in shock
For these tragic moments
The Nuremberg trials would unlock
After the war
Gestapo officers were tried
They were responsible
For the fifty who died
This write is my tribute
For they were near freedoms gate
To all who were behind
The Great Escape