Colin F. Jones


Saddam will fall, the beast so slain
Will unite Ben Laden’s troops again;
But though they infest our fields like rats,
They will meet the wrath of freedom’s cats.
Why would one fear this cowardly jerk
Who hides away while his followers work
For things they do not understand,
To make this madman look so grand?
What feeble weaklings these men are,
Who hide behind the cowardly farce ,
That with false power they do reign,
From dungeons on a bloodied plain,
Or in the mountains like wild dogs,
Who feast on slime from putrid bogs.