THE DEVIL WENT DOWN TO BAGHDAD

The devil went down to Baghdad, looking for one of his sons,
He was in a bind, America’s Soldiers on his behind,
For all of the evil he had done.

He came across this safe house, where Zarqawi thought he’d hide,
Said, “Come on son, you’ve served me well, today’s the day you die.

I guess you thought I’d save you, 72 Virgins you’d enjoy?
Come on son, I had my fun, in hell you’ll be my toy!”

Zarqawi dropped his weapon, said, “It might be a sin,
But I’ll dance with you, father of mine, cause my days are at an end.”

Fire from the airplanes, run boy run,
Victory’s declared from America’s sons!
Watching the bombs from the crosshairs fall,
In the end you have heard American Eagles brave call!

Zarqawi prayed to Allah, ‘cause he knew that he’d been beat,
The devil lashed his whip and fire hit Zarqawi’s feet.
Those airplanes soared away, victory once again,
“We’ve showed you all, you devil’s spawn, we’re the best there’s ever been!”

Go with your father; celebrate down in hell,
Dance with those demons you’ve come to know so well.
Zarqawi is gone, through justice and skill,
Score one for the good guys, one helluva kill!

©Copyright June 8, 2006 by Lynn Price

Author’s Note: Dedicated to the brave warriors who shone liberty’s bright light