christopher veremu


King's shame


Further north comes word rather bizarre indeed
Bashar-al Assad much too young author such deed
Neck deep in ordure add bloodied tears of children
Orphaned for neither real good cause or fair reason
Stole Gaddafi's shovel blood soaked with intent evil
Some swear it was Yemen Saleh's hoe still hot on anvil
Entered digging contest this with the twin horned devil
Power blinded certainly by madness strangely yet unseen
Sleeve to elbow rolled ventured on desert dunghole deep
Muffling chidlren's terror filled cries dug really keen
Strange fellow this King friend to neither foe nor kin
Unable face a wounded God in repentance simply so kneel
Chose shamed hell burying self and Syria much too deep

Submitted: Tuesday, February 12, 2013

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This is dedicated to the suffering children of Syria.

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