I found this poem while looking for some old tax forms. I'm pretty sure it was my reaction to hearing about the "shock-n-awe" tactic.
Rub-rub-rub-rubbish
and rubble and pain.
Blood-red cocks dancing
for the God of black rain.
Give me your arms
or give me your powers.
Then give me a bed for the
frightening flowers.
Shock-shock-shock-shocking
and purple and blue.
My Lady of Thunder
has split into two.