Justice Served, American Style... Poem by Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr

____________PROLOGUE______________


The below work was penned shortly after the
long overdue track-down and execution of
Terrorisms pinnacle leader Osama Bin Laden,
the coward that St. John The Evangelist
must have been alluding to in his Book of
Revelation, when he repeatedly spoke of a
Beast, an Anti-Christ who would wreak
chaos, massacre and hell on Earth. Upon the
works completion I opted not to post it, how-
ever, with the likes of Isis, and other more
dangerous terror threats that have surfaced,
I thought the posting of this work might be
more apropos now then many may have con-
sidered it on May 2nd of twenty-eleven, for as
evil as this man was, his execution ostensibly
only influenced the plight of terrorism, yet
sadly to the irresponsible tunnel vision reaction
by the White House to these new and like I said
above, far more dangerous threats. And when I
say this I'm not just speaking as an American
for the safety of the United States. I am speaking
for OUR World & We The People of OUR World.


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'What goes around, yes, comes around...'
No matter where you hide your scum
Palace, bunkers...hilltop towns,
Eventually your Hour will come.

An eye for an eye...say's many a Man
A Misinterpreted Bible verse
Unlike Holy War for oil an' land -
A sacrelig an' Satans curse.

Last night I heard th' people chant
'Cross th' City I call my home,
About some Seals in Pakistan -
and a fleet of U.S. Drones.

An' tho' killing 'ought not be revered
Despite a demons sins,
For th' Lord has made it very clear:
Final Judgements go thru' Him.

That said, i must concede, that's right...
The notion of one less stain -
In th' world where my Daughter sleeps at night
Keeps my heart, free of strain.

An' I wondered for awhile last night,
How it was for for this Devils son,
For th' first time in his God-less life -
To have no safe place to run.

Like th' vitims in th' Towers Trade,
Who kissed their loved one's as they left
for work on that September Day -
Unaware they had a date with death!

If up to me, I'd bring him back,
Drenched in oils crudest mire,
Strap him down and light a match
and label it a Holy Fire!

This cowards Human game of Chess play,
Some, his own, as sheilds an' pawns,
Was finally 'Sealed' in checkmate -
In th' break of a mideast dawn.

Tomorrow holds no solid ground,
Still i'll stake th' odds our way.
What goes around, yes, comes around
When you terrorize th' U.S.A.!



©Frank James Ryan, Jr./ FjR
2011- All Rights Reserved