Nate Flying Owl (01/07/88 / Milwaukie, OR)
Letter To al-Assad
How Much more blood will you shed?
How many of your people
Will bleed into your country's sand
By the flick of your selfish wrist?
Your sense of reason overwhelmed
By the flavor of tyranny
And an addiction to bloodlust.
Your soul is no more than the dust.
Is it really any wonder
That the citizens of this realm
Have risen against your rule?
Your dictatorship feeds their wrath.
To the Western world, you may be
Just another Arab tyrant,
But such a description falls short
Of what a fiend you really are.
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