March 19, 2005

Naught's Solved by War?

By Russ Vaughn
A flickering dawn lights Islam's hillsA faint emerging light.Can the torch of Lady LibertyFlare away Medieval night?How fitting our bold symbol Of all that's good and rightEyewitness to the Jihad's wrath,Stands forefront in this fight. Her torch is not mere sculpted bronze, To those in mullahs' chains;But a lamp held high against the skyShowing them that hope remains.Their feudal sheiks view us with scorn,So obsessed with earthly pleasure;But a thing they fear that we hold dear,Is that Bill of Rights we treasure. We drove a tyrant from his throne,Brought his people free election.Think it concerns them overmuch,WMD's escaped detection?Just behold those blue—stained fingers,Like the Lady's torch, held high,So proud of their brave turnout,Putting Liberals to the lie. How say you now nay Sayers?What of your dire predictions?Like fools you swore naught's solved by war,Another of your Liberal fictions.But now you face a hard clear truth:A truth that you forswore:This...(Read Full Article)