where once stood darkness
and despair
flailing
in a jug
sour grape full
of ill refined wine
today
before the worlds' eyes
sways and stumbles
a wounded country
on the mend
while those bitter fermenters
with their poison
in hand
have no worthwhile brew
to sell to their brothers
so soon the caldron shall be
washed
the rot disposed
until 24 million plus
toasts are made
to each Iraqi
now unto his own freedom born.........
(written June 28,2004 305am)