The Ultimate Prize

The coward liberals grew scared and daunted;
Their lies and rants scarce could stop the truth.
These lies once had rolled across ramparts vaunted,
Like the lies they spread while in their youth.
This truth cried out from every news and media box
The surge is working, spreading freedom in Iraq.
“Cannot be true,” each liberal yelled, face of pox.
Al Qaeda is losing? How can we pay them back?

Day after day, night after night,
From terrorist to terrorists the liberals went,
With money for the terrorists’ fight
Giving them great encouragement.
The liberals vowed to fight the surge,
For no other thing was more urgent,
Than stopping the defeat about to emerge
So sent more money to the insurgent.

Then, as the days moved on to weeks,
It was an ugly sight to see
These liberals lying through their cheeks
Spinning and twisting truth so free,
Blabbing in course, untruthful tones,
Resting their heads on each others’ thighs.
And listening to each others miserable moans
Sucking for lies as the ultimate prize.

These poor dumb liberals gathered in groups,
The surge kept working, how will it end?
They were so sure if they attacked our troops
Their friends the terrorists would surely win.
But our soldiers and Iraqis would not let it be:
And destroyed the murderers one and all,
And now as I roam from land to sea,
The liberal lies, I will always recall
And our great victory for all the Iraqi.