Guantanamadu

In Guantam' did Rumsfeld Don

A stately torture camp decree:
Where raghead stragglers, lost to life,

Were forced in orange suits to fall 
Down upon their bended knee.

So twice five miles of barren ground

With guns and towers were girdled round:

And there were compounds rife with fetid cells,

Where blossomed many a keen agony;

And here were torments ancient as the hills,

Enfolded by sunny greenery.

But oh! that deep romantic spasm which warped

The minds of those who waged that struggle!

A savage space! as hellish and enchanted

As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted

By soldier marching as an order-lover!

And from this spasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething,

As if these imps in fast thick pants were breathing,

A mighty empire momently was forced:

Amid whose swift expanding burst

Great nations burned like exploding hells,

Of shock and awe beneath the bomber's flail:

And 'mid these dancing bombs once and ever

Was smashed up momently their ancient culture.

Five thousand miles with a crazy motion

Through desert valleys the accurs'd armies ran,

Then reached the citadels of ancient power,

And sank in arrogance to an inept rule:

And 'midst this chaos Rumsfeld heard from far

Domestic voices calling him a fool!

 Here's one of many online versions of the original:
http://www.poetry-online.org/coleridge_kubla_khan.htm 


Feel free to compare the two, bearing in mind they were written in a different century, and reflect a different mood.