FAT IN THE SAND

Just a poem I wrote about us being in the middle east

FAT IN THE SAND BY SAM HUBER

How wealthy we would be
if hot air were gold
And the story as we see
is to be sold and not told

And then with all our wrath
we’ll watch you sweat & toil
as we toast to your health
paid with blood not from oil

We marched into that land
and a war we did wage.
Then we offered our hand
& helped ourselves to center stage

Well I understand the rage
and the tactics that will wage
when all is said and done
we will have helped no one

As we sit fat in the sand
all across that land
all comes from our hand
and the hand will reprimand

As we spread accross the land
like pebbles in the sand
everywhere yet nowhere
I am, are you scared?

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