Don'T Give Him The Death That He Craves For Poem by Francis Duggan

Don'T Give Him The Death That He Craves For



In all of his photos he seems very happy he wears a big smile on his face
And he longs for his execution to go off to that better place
As his reward for murdering people in that paradise beyond the sky
He believed what his mentors had told him and because of them he will die.

That he should die I don't agree with his execution won't bring back the dead
The fact that he helped to murder so many proves he is not right in the head
His execution could make him a martyr and give rise to further bloodshed
Lock him up in a mental asylum to die there of old age instead

Than standing him before a firing squad for to die in a barbarous way
And risk turning him into a martyr though for a martyr's death he pray
Lock him in a mental asylum and there leave him grow old and gray
Where he may reflect on his actions when he feels more rational one day.

I wonder why these people hate us but for hatred there's even a cause
To us they are only the bad guys but to think do we even pause
That our rulers not unlike their rulers are causing this cultural divide
And by capitalism and bureaucracy the great dream of peace is destroyed.

They see their way of life eroded their people live in poverty
And they blame the west for their troubles and western bureaucracy
As a wise one once said leave the guiltless be the first one for to cast the stone
And why don't we butt out of their business and why don't we leave them alone?

And the World would be safer to live in and the fear of terror would subside,
We must learn to respect other cultures or peace we won't have World- wide,
We do feel that we are superior in ourselves we take too much pride
Who should or should not run their Countries is not for western bureaucrats to decide.

He has murdered many innocent people and he has put their families through hell
But he himself too is a victim and he can't be mentally well
Don't give him the death that he craves for he will only smile on his martyrdom day
Just lock him up in the asylum and there the price for his crimes he can pay.

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