The tyrant at the gallows
The tyrant at the gallows heard the price to be paid.
His eyes filled with horror and his face looked afraid.
He fumbled for proof that he couldn’t be scared.
“Iraq without me is nothing,” he declared.
The black-hooded men nudged him up to the noose
Where his long-bridled guilt just might have come loose.
As the rope was adjusted and tightened on his head,
He might have mourned millions of innocents dead.
“Could I have killed so many with dictatorial whim?
Could I have been so cruel to do anything so grim?”
He might have thought of mass graves and his life’s bad work
When the trap door opened and he dropped to a jerk.
A man who lost his father and his brothers to Saddam
Saw the executed body and felt a new calm.
He said, “The coward had it wrong in his ultimate raving.
Iraq without a tyrant is something worth saving.”