A different kinda Christmas Poem

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Christmas 2001 post 9/ll




Osama’s Christmas

Twas the night before Ramadan and all through the cave,
No standing, no talking, not even a wave,

The towel on his head was sweaty and wet
But not from hard work, but fear I would bet,

No gun or rifle hidden under his bed,
Would protect him from those F-15’s high over head,

He knew he was done, cooked just like a goose,
Cause the red white and blue would not turn him loose,

He called out to Allah, just what have I done,
I was just trying to scare them, just having some fun,

No answer he heard, no comforting song,
Just bombs that were bursting by the light of the dawn,

Deep in his cave, and hidden by dirt,
We pounded his home, to deliver some hurt,

He peeked from his hole and out in the sky,
The sight that he saw made him weep, made him cry,

For there just out front, just outside of his door,
Were the men and women that we sent to war,

The Army, the Navy, the Marines were all there,
And damn if the Air Force wasn’t all over the air,

Ships and guns, tanks and the rest,
America had sent him, all of our best,

He’d made one mistake just a tiny boo boo,
He struck at the home of the red, white and blue,

.....and at the rockets red glare, he cried out in a fright,
America is coming, it’s a hell of a night.


2001R.C. Dawson, Jr.

[TonyAmalfitano]

I like it!