This poem by Harold Pinter is about the Gulf War. I think it is just as relevant today.
American Football by Harold Pinter
We blew the shit out of them.
We blew the shit right back up their own ass
We blew them into fucking shit.
Praise the Lord for all good things.
We blew their balls into shards of dust,
We did it.
Now I want you to come over here and kiss me on the mouth.