Made this up in a thread in the pit. I don't like the ending, though.

If he dies, then he dies at his own hands
For he knew of the peril that lay in wait
He knew the danger that lies beneath the sands
Be it America or Iraq, Iran or Kuwait

An evil exists not only on the battle field
But it grows in the heart of every man
It's a disease, but one that can't be healed
By medicine, god or loving hands

This evil exists, the disease, the curse
Is spreading across the weary and meek
But it can be stopped by this simple verse
Speak of it for now, we'll be forgotten next week.