Three thousand dead in New York as
Two towers tumble to the ground,
Many more to die soon
As a holy war is sworn.
“You’re for us or against us!”
Is Junior Bush’s feeble chant,
So most nations in the world
Give vent to evil cant.
“We’re real nice people, gosh”
Is Junior Bush’s speech,
“Why don’t youse people like us?”
Is his feeble beseech.
Has he forgotten the evil
U.S. presidents have bestowed,
On Far and Middle Eastern lands
You reap what you shall sow.
From nineteen forty-eight to now
America sowed only evil,
Playing Monopoly with real lands
Rightful leaders were kidnapped
And imprisoned for three decades,
Evil Shahs were put into power
To uphold America’s oil enclave.
An evil empire arose
In Arabia’s darkest hour,
Rightful leaders were killed off
Maniacs put into power.
Three million? Or three-hundred million
Arabs died along the way,
So, who can blame the Orient
For hating the U.S.A.?
So America’s need for oil
Could finally be sated,
The U.S. lied and killed and cheated
And rightfully is hated.
So when Junior asks
“Why hate us? Hey we’re real nice!”
Don’t give in to his trick
Of convenient short-sight.
© Copyright 2011
Philip Roberts, Melbourne, Australia
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