Bang! It happens

Move; shove it out of

the way.

It is news; it is hope

Tied to the ends of a rope

For leadership has come

and gone.

Now and again, rest assured

President Bush is not the one

Be happy for the war is done

No more oppression under

The barrel of a gun

For there is freedom

No one to say

“I’m going to blow this

place up” everyday.

We dance; we move our feet

Through our newly safe streets

Finally we can breathe

For the war has taken its leave

To find ourselves open and drained

From all the world’s pain

Finally the country’s ours again!