Thursday, December 22, 2005
The Night Before Christmas in Iraq 2005
The Night Before Christmas in Iraq 2005
By John Hall
12/16/2005 8:44:08 PM Molokai Island Times
http://www.molokaitimes.com/articles/5121620448.asp
'Twas the night before Christmas and here in Iraq,
Little sister had shrapnel removed from her back.
The napalm had given young Jamal such a scare,
That he climbed up the chimney with soiled underwear.
While mom in her birka and I with prosthesis,
Dragged our war-torn old bodies through Jamal's scattered feces.
The children were nestled in a corner of the basement,
While the baby played with severed limbs and shell casements.
When out in the dirt there arose such a ruckus,
Mama cried with despair: "Allah, don't let them **** us!"
The scattered deposits of depleted uranium,
Burned my retinas and scorched the remains of my cranium.
When what to my wondering eyes came to view?,
But Airforce One, filled with death and a crew.
With a little old pilot who strutted his tush,
I knew that it could be nobody but Bush.
Then up to the housetop his coursers they came,
And he whistled and shouted and called them by name.
On Rumsfeld, on Rove, on Delay and Libby,
Now Wolfowitz, Cheney, Gonzalez and Rice!
To the top of the mosque, past the broken down wall;
Now dash away, dash away, dash away all!
As empty words that before the Mideast Holocaust fly;
In a well-armed Stealth Bomber mount to the sky.
And then on the roof came the stomping of heels;
And exploding grenades of eight Navy Seals.
As I drew in my head and was hobbling away;
Down the chimney came George, with Jamal in his way.
He was dressed in Armani from his smirk to his swagger;
On a mission from God, with a sharp bloody dagger.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his mayhem;
And, with white phosphorus bombs, gave us illumination.
He arrested our grandma and winked at Karl Rove,; As he
smart-bombed our house, up the chimney he rose.
He hopped in the cockpit and said, "Let's get movin';
Mission's Accomplished!...Gawd, I'm so groovin' ".
But I heard him exclaim 'ere he flew out of sight:
"This sure beats snortin' coke, or the buzz from Bud Light!"
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